I see,
A torn wound
In already straining heart
In grief,
My mouth and lips
Tightly locked up
Crying,
is the only word spoken
Fears,
as it goes, days and months
Regrets,
for the diminishing courage
Sleeps,
rarely
Say,
Too much things I want to say
Silent,
Would rather had hugged you,
From saying goodbye
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Selamat Hari Kebangsaan
Scribbled 0017
Marine Apartment Miri
