Jul 2014
Should I stop writing?
Should I start living?
Would this pain past?
or for eternity it will last?
Should I wait till dusk?
or should I go now?
Will I ever see the dawn?
Will I ever feel light's caress again?
Am I struggling with the inevitable?
Should I let go and lose hope?
Yet here I sit,
in the passenger's seat.
Waiting patiently,
hoping she still will love me;
till the day after forever.
The shattered pieces I amass,
to patch myself up.
Give the world a grin,
amidst the pain within.
**LIFE GOES ON .
Should I start living?
Would this pain past?
or for eternity it will last?
Should I wait till dusk?
or should I go now?
Will I ever see the dawn?
Will I ever feel light's caress again?
Am I struggling with the inevitable?
Should I let go and lose hope?
Yet here I sit,
in the passenger's seat.
Waiting patiently,
hoping she still will love me;
till the day after forever.
The shattered pieces I amass,
to patch myself up.
Give the world a grin,
amidst the pain within.
**LIFE GOES ON .
I was on the way to school this morning when I got the urge to write something. The title "Jeepney" is after the Philippine's most renowned transportation means. I was after all, writing the poem while I was riding a jeep to school.
State of Despair.
State of Despair.
