Lost in the dark, trembling and afraid.
I thought it's the end.
I was hopeless and can't figure out the glimpse of light.
I was thinking, then imaginations fill my mind.
Will I be able to see the rays of my future, or maybe it's my death end.
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This poem was made as a story but I diverted it to poem because it's sounds like it. This story, or rather, this poem was made again by my cousin.
–outofwordtheater
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Tula (Poems)
PoésieMga Tula is a bunch of poems compiled and made by my vague mind. Some of these compilation of poems were taken from the stories I made. There are also poems made by my cousins and also, poems made by myself. So please, beware of dog. Ay este. Words...
