By Joshua A. Apolonio
So bad and I think this is strange;
Life is absurd like I’m in a cage.
As I grow and number adds to my age
In my book of life comes another page.
Ridiculous, strange life this is;
I’ve been tired and gloomy, no more bliss.
Nice life has given, why had come to this?
Come to me, I need your hug and kiss.
I’m living well but why like I’m dead?
Should be happy, but here, exhausted.
Go and carry on, told by my head.
But still worn-out, my heart just has said.
I’m living, but inside, I’m dying.
Thanks to the life, but I’m tired living.
Ready to end what I am having;
Absurd life this is, now I’ll be fading.
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