This poem will
say a bit
Just a tiny
This heart of
mine
Will sing its
portion
Words,
Deeds,
They’d all mean
a little
Sun above
Can only testify
what happen during day
There are
moments when night is moonless
So please never
blame any
For not telling
the story
Do stars sleep?
Does the sky
stare?
You ask them
Maybe the
goddess of sight
May know
everything
Or she may have
a hint
Just a brief
clue
That’s nothing
though
The point is
I don’t really
know what’s happening
Within my inner
self
Something is
wrong
Or about right
I don’t know,
this craziness
That madness you
only have when you’re asleep
You know what
I’m talking about, right?
You know I’m nowhere
near normality
I started being
rude
You started
departing
You know my
favorite songs
I know your favorite
subjects
Two different
worlds
On two different
pathways
Likes,
Hobbies,
Everything
different
Nothing seem to
be the same
I reckon
There may be a
savior
To bring things
back together
In same course
of line
Two different
generations
One has to renounce
One has to let
life slip
Off hands
So that both can
win
In war
There’s always a
loser
Beforehand
Before the main
action
I may be, or you
but I want to lose
To lose life,
If I could die
or at least go far away
Instead if
winning failure
Only God,
He who knows
everything
Who holds truth
in his hands
Only you can
allow him to spread it
To give life to the
scripture
There, you can
be aware
Of what’s really
happening
You can explain
to me what’s happening inside
Apart from sun
and the moon
Stars and clouds
which are obvious
That can be seen
and felt
I know something
else, unusual
Something frightening
Admittedly,
Guiltily,
That’s love I
have for you
This love
I carry along
I can no longer
Bear all alone
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