Sonnet 31

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