One day I felt tired… a new day didn’t come to me perfectly and brightly as I thought.
I sat by my self-looking everything around me… moving my hand and tried to reach something but it seemed to be very far from me.
My life always has a pink color; however, when its cover is cleaned away, it only has the dark-grays.
I recognized that everything I did… it didn’t helpful, didn’t have significance and didn’t complete.
I felt very weary as someone scolds at me, and as I saw the darkness in my life…I cried.
I looked myself in the mirror, but the one in that just imitates me…and nothing’s new.
I learned how to open myself, but no one noticed. I can only keep myself in silence and close the eyes softly to listen the peaceful space inside me.
One day is unusual day with too much lament and sorrow.
And one day didn’t have enough tears to bury the pain.
I sat by my self-looking everything around me… moving my hand and tried to reach something but it seemed to be very far from me.
My life always has a pink color; however, when its cover is cleaned away, it only has the dark-grays.
I recognized that everything I did… it didn’t helpful, didn’t have significance and didn’t complete.
I felt very weary as someone scolds at me, and as I saw the darkness in my life…I cried.
I looked myself in the mirror, but the one in that just imitates me…and nothing’s new.
I learned how to open myself, but no one noticed. I can only keep myself in silence and close the eyes softly to listen the peaceful space inside me.
One day is unusual day with too much lament and sorrow.
And one day didn’t have enough tears to bury the pain.
What a beautiful, but depressing, poem! You really need to submit them to a magazine. Are you feeling less sick now?
ReplyDeleteumm, I am better now. thanks ^.^
ReplyDeleteALBEEEE whats going on? are you in love ?? good poem but i agree with elaine and its a little depressing..
ReplyDeleteEveryone in this world has a side that don't like to show and it is part of the person that everyone is...
ReplyDelete???? plze cm clearly Harold. actually I dun understand.
ReplyDeleteyou can see that a little comment(like i wrote before) can make you think to create a new post in the blog. This is the reason that the teacher always say:"PLEASE GUYS,KEEP BLOGGING".:D
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