— The sky lights up like morning this time of midnight
And the people are cheering with drinks in their hands,
You called hear sounds of what like bombs
That brings joy and smile to everyone, not fear and tears for someone.
My neighbors sings with joy and drunkenness in their voices,
While I am typing and thinking for this next verse
I don't know what else to type,
Just to describe how we celebrate the first day of the year, after 365th.
Maybe this poem isn't enough
For my words are floating above the ocean,
I hope someday I could be greater than I am now,
And describe the beauty and disaster of the first day of the year.
What you hear might be beautiful and enjoying
And what you are doing is just for celebrating,
But I just realize how cruel and selfish our happiness
That for the sake of our smiles, we choke earth's lungs.
YOU ARE READING
Her Broken Letters
PoetryThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
