The sun dies as the night comes to start my day anew The glistening tears threaten to fall Twinkling; thrumming on taut sinew Grey define my mood It foams and rolls, it toils and crawls Again the thunderous sound Again regretfully it sounds The stable seas unleashed A cry carried on the wind In the deafening crash I seem to hear the sound of my heart break
Petals of dried flower Lay fallen dry and dull ... Happy fragrance sent around On glorious colourful days Fades from memory.. As songs loses its words And words loses its music... And trying to hear the unsung song I feel fallen.... With no glorious past Or colourful future!!
I was woken up by a nightmare. I woke up in the middle of the night when I had fallen asleep and a poem was finished. The silence makes the painting in the air I breathe, feel heavy, feel suffocating. My throat is dry. And on such a thirsty night, a poem ordered an inkbox and a piece of paper, and I ordered a bottle of beer and a cigarette and also a lighter, and night ordered
itself for me.
Indonesia, 29th December 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
excruciating disgust boiling inside push down into my wounds bleed myself dry because i am but a weak man with no spine looking above spit dripping down my lip salt excreted out of my pores gasping for the strength to melt away i cry at night rotting away because i’m not right misused and disregarded i am the rotten apple when you picked me you were mistaken because you didn’t check the other side