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Jobel L H Feb 2022
I wake up to a dream
As the sun kisses my face
Opened my eyes to your blinding light
You surrounding me with your warm embrace

You break the silence of my dawn
Chase away shadows of my loneliness
Added color to my grey scaled life
Illuminating my world of darkness

Your gentle "good morning" is my vitamin D
At noon, you beam with all your might
- your frustrations and aspirations; stories fill the afternoon
Of how you shined all day, till it's time for good night

But one sunset came
I closed the door, shut the blinds
I hid from the reach of your light
In my shadow where I don't want to be found

Till the day did not come and night never left
I searched for the sun, but finding - i never did
I know your there,
somewhere
Shinning on someone, i wish was me
. . .
This simply sums up what happened. How i lost the only one who knew me. I hate this feeling of regret but what i hate most is my stupidity of letting her go. I still love her, and I don't think I'll ever stop doing so.
Hi Ces if you ever come across this poem (but i know you will never do) I want you to know i still want you back
Jobel L H Jun 2020
You may be surprised by what you see
Or by what you don't see . . . Anymore

How these lips can't smile as wide as yesterday
How the colors in my eyes faded,
Leaving only black, white and grey

You may be dumbfounded when you see how my feet that once was quick  to help out having arms wide open
Now have learned to step back and run away
With clenched fists beating on this heart.

You may have once heard me bursting in laughter even in the weirdest conditions,
But now a deafening silence even in the happiest moments.

But you don't need to extend a hand
Trying to pull my past back to the present.
Nor resuscitate this heart as if it has gone.
But try to understand that this heart has not died but only molted.
And that all of these,

All that you see is. . .
Still me.
Jobel L H May 2020
People look at me and see a smiling face
As if everyday couldn't get any better
But they can't see the frown in my shadow
Its buckling knees tired and weary,
Slowly giving from supporting me for too long
Trying my best to stand strong
They can't see the every tear it sheds
Nor hear its voice as it cries out for forgiveness.
You may not hear it but look

Take a look at my shadow
You may see a blank image of me
But it will show you a different story.

— The End —