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  Aug 2018 Shi Em
Orange Rose
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
Shi Em Aug 2018
because only by then
would this seem so real;
that though I am alive,
my soul no longer rests here.
and what's more terrifying
is that I know that
the time I fear most
is slowly coming.
  Aug 2018 Shi Em
J
Maybe 10 years from today,
Maybe only 1 year away,
Or even just 1 day,
I will be able to say...
Words that should be said
Shi Em Aug 2018
when i was a child;
i would wake up excited
for the days to come;
for what it had to offer;
but these days,
I'd rather choose to
drown myself to sleep
than to face my tragedy
of a reality;
and I'm scared that if
this continues any longer,
I would end up fading
sooner or later.
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