I hold my breath.
As I grip firmly to the big drop
Slipping away the passage
Over my departing soul.
I couldn't hear a thing,
Except for the trembling sound
Racing down to my spine.
I wanted it to stop, but I've been waiting for it.
I cannot hold on to it any longer.
I'm getting weaker as time passes by.
I couldn't move a single limb.
But now, it is done.
There is no pain,
Not even joy can be felt.
What was left is just a waste,
Still and stained by the dreadful past.
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A Ludicrous World
PoetryA Collection of Poetry written by Kyle Patrick De Guzman It is a world filled with absurdity where only a few could understand and take. It is all real or could just be a mere possibility - for some. "Nothing is absurd as long as it is real and plau...
