Title: The Cry
For once I cursed the howling wind
Amidst the misty morning dew
Hoping that summer's gone and now came spring
For now I start a life, anew
I hated the smell of the morning hay
Or cob-webs of memories that's wandering
Yet yesteryears and days of being gay
Turned now a frown in my face, lingering
Dark as the night of lonely state
Warmth of the sun seem I can't prolong
Embrace, they say, as my life's fate
But in this world, I don't belong.
Nay! Such an endless screams of retardation
As I start to count the happy days
No! I don't course my retaliations
But missed those times with smile on my face
Why should I feel this way if lossing?
Why would I end like love was lost?
Or think of happiness, suffocating?
Now need not say things I can boast!
It all began and soon will end
My life was cursed and time have changed
Hope is all I pray and I begin
Tomorrow, soon, I can regain.
By: @haydenagenda
Sep 23, 2014
Note:
Put importance on decision-making. You might end up blaming yourself for the wrong moves.
Pick worthy people to share with. Not people who doesn't treat you right but instead gives you negative outlook.
BINABASA MO ANG
Poem
PoetrySometimes we feel like writing down what we feel. I compiled it in this piece. Poems, Haikus (my own format 7-5-7), Sonnets, Thoughts and some Literaries. Most of the time, we feel relieved once we expressed what we feel and this is how I do it. My...
