Frozen tears and cold
Positivity wasn't mold
Drown, lifeless yet bold
Precious but no gold
I'm suffering yet no old
Muted when being scold
Am I strong to hold?
No, I'm grasping to act bold
Refused then threw upon wold
Cried and sick yet stays hold
Wishing for miracle to uphold
T'was daylight but why am cold
Yowling for someone to hold
Catchy yet wasn't sold
Please I'm tired of this fold
Sigh of broke, I wilingly unfold
BINABASA MO ANG
HER HIDDEN WORDS
PoetryThis electronic distributed words appertains to unaccompanied emprise of a godsend daughter with her melodramatic memoir.
