Worth
Conrad Carlo Venzon
14 Dec, 2012 08:29 AMOh what solitude it is to have a life that is very demeaning A face of sadness that is underlain by a contrary meaning Unknown, unnoticed, unobserved and unseen Oh how long, so long, how long has it been? The leafy memories have vanished and slowly my hands let go Have I felt it? Have I seen it? Surely I did not know Curious, is that it? How quickly they forget For the rest of my life, doing this, I’ll ceaselessly regret Soundless, bitter silence, I did not know why Why the sun no longer shines in the midst of my sky Rain, intense rain, it makes my skin melt For the first time in my life, this feeling I haven’t felt Anguish, sweet torment, so what shall it be? Days from now, surely, soon I will see Can’t wait for the ending, can’t wait for it to be seen So many witnesses, call me foolish or am I so keen? The time is running, fast running, am I running out of time? Don’t worry, never worry, and worry no more for I am fine Softening misery, tender despair, these hands I can’t see Teary eyes, watery eyes, leave me alone and let me be Dimness of the past, you’ve clothed me up throughout the years The years came by, not a thing altered, no laughter or tears Same old stuff, same old things, and of course, same old lies I’ve said it, nothing will ever change, soon the feeling dies Now that the sweet year is about to have an end Nothing will ever be the same, no more wounds to mend I’ve held pain so much, oh these hands of dirt For all these years, have I really found my worth?
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