sad.

Turn out the lights.
You wanna see my skeleton?
How you broke my heart and bones?
The way I dance to the beat of an elegy?
How you pushed me out of my throne?

There will be no remedy.
I learned to love this death bed.
Cutting my wrist, throat and head
Blood gushing out, so red.
I am running out of air.

Intense thirst for life
But all it offered were lies
So many birthdays I'm gonna miss
And cheeks that I cannot kiss
Don't tell the people we're good friends.

Now I am all alone
In my hand is a rose with thorns
I gripped it too hard not minding the cautions
Now I'm painted with red and the exhaustion
Mind's clouded with all the piling questions.
But don't miss the message, it's only distortion.

Now grab your boquet of hidden roses
The roses that turned you into ashes
We should visit someone; give your condolences
And in the grave was someone dear to you
That someone was somehow--- the old you.

This abyss is a place for all your memories
Both happy and sad even the dull moments
But now you should leave and don't look behind
This was  death but it made you alive

Open the gate and face the world
Be ready to fight again, sharpen that sword
For you are going to be dead again; the next day or so
Another rose to make you bleed--- have you noticed it too?

That this life is an unlimited cycle of deaths
Like a rose, you have to rose slowly
Bloom beautifully, so red, and then wither
Slowly lose a petal and fall to the ground
Turn into ashes and then you're gone.

But don't be blue and cry for it
This is the poem's message if you haven't seen it yet
Love your death so you can crawl back again
Take a slow intake of air to take you back your breathin'

I have learned to love this immense sadness
Pain, frustration and all the madness
This you must feel for you to be wiser
Walk with your senses and don't jump to the water

I don't know when's my last death
The one that is permanent
But they say everything works out in the end
This could be true or not; I don't know, friend
For we couldn't be here to see the ending

But I say in the last chapter
Last page,
Last word,
Last air;
Everything is just plain --- sad.

Hi. This is the 100th entry to this 'poetry book'. As you can notice, the title of the piece is 'sad.'ㅡ the same title of the whole book. This just means that I am now ending this body of work. Thank you for making it up to this point. I can see some readers who stayed and read up to the lastest entry and I can't thank you enough for believing in me. It made me somehow happy to know that I am not the only one who feel things that I tackle in my poems; that I'm not alone in this journey; that there are soldiers out there too who fight endless wars like me.

This is the first time I took courage to post my works online and you guys giving it time to read and ypur comments made me continue to write poems and post them for everyone to see. So thank you for that.

All endings are sad, but I have to end it here. It does not mean I will stop writing 'cause me being sad does not end and so does my poetry. But maybe I'll start another poetry book or I'll store them first in my notebook or I'll focus on my thesis first lol. But at this point, I am going to end this book. It was one hell of a ride having this journey.

Thank you. A very big thank you.