As I write this poem,
I feel pain at all.
As I type the sorrows of odds,
Internal locust is on call.
As I close my eyes
Dark past haunts me the most
As the time goes by
My heart trembles, not fall.
Tomorrow might be another day
But I will choose to stay away.
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
As I write this poem,
I feel pain at all.
As I type the sorrows of odds,
Internal locust is on call.
As I close my eyes
Dark past haunts me the most
As the time goes by
My heart trembles, not fall.
Tomorrow might be another day
But I will choose to stay away.
