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 Apr 2018 NewFoundPoet
Luna
Pain
At the age of 14, the world lost a beautiful boy.
Living in a world of survival.
Things are never easy.
And slowly he found peace.
Ending. Ending. Ending
Words hurt. Like a tattoo etched on the skin, forever it will remain.  
My child, please do not let your grades define you.
A great pain must be felt.
May you rest in peace.
You are in the arms of a better place.

Loss
Mother, do not blame yourself.
Father too.
For it is not your fault for not doing enough.
Please know that he loves you very much.
We may loose a loved one and its hard to move on.
But remember we must keep the good memories with us.
We must not forget them.

Sadness
When I heard the news, I felt numb, weak..
Tears slowly falling.
Grades is such a big thing. I used to care about them too.
Now, growing up I realized that it does not define who I really am.
In fact it does not measure my capacity of knowledge.
However, the sadness remains.
Even when the skies will rage terribly
The surging stormy seas will perish the candid coast
All dear ones depart on and on
The world tear me apart
I'll be always a solitary lad
In your never ceasing heart
Waiting for your grand arrival
Waiting for just a habitual glance
From you...
Just to call my name once..
I'll be assured
For I wouldn't have to dig
Other ways to ***** my conscience..

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