ITUTULA NA LANG (Poetry Compilation)

Unfortunate Poet

#INL

-unedited-

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Sat on a broken chair,
Legs were arched on the table
Trying to make herself comfortable
In front is a blank white paper,
Nipping a pen that's nearly dwindle

A single light's illuminating the room
The clock says its midnight,
Seemingly screaming that it's already bedtime
Her companions were all asleep,
Maybe enjoying their respective dream

Her eyes were wide roused
Frequently glancing on her phone on the cupboard
Mind's still alert to what should be the subject
Gently scratching her head,
Ruining her already ruffled hair
Troubled in shaping the first few lines,
Unsettled, for ideal words don't rhyme

She recall what happened this morning,
Finding whatever that might trigger her to scribble something
Still, no work at all

So, she bent to stand up to find her headphones,
Maybe a little music and lonely songs would be effective

Accidentally, she lift the wrong limb,
Making her tumble into the floor,
Let out an unwanted groan,
And waking up the dead in the neighbor room

Sadly, that night she didn't composed anything,
She was forced to stop on what she's doing,
Not anymore allowed to sleep late Though night's young and eyes still lit

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