Last April, when I met her.
I saw her crying and hiding in the walls.
I saw how her life goes with those people whom she thought she was loved.
When May came in, things get into more trouble.
She hardly smiles, her face is plastered into the sea of falls.
Then, I was to visit her last June
When I realized, she was gone.
She passed away last June.
Many months have passed by.
The pain gets into its depth.
The pain of being dumped
The pain of making you feel that you are dumbed
The pain of being cut off with having an untimely reason gets deeper and deeper.
Until, I lay down at the grave.
Until, I started embracing the Lord of the dark.
Until, I lose track, I lose myself on the process.
I buried the old me along with those memories on the grave.
I buried the old me along with those unjust cutting off on the grave.
Most importantly, I buried what's been around us and that is an inner peace.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
