Thursday, July 18, 2013

A Dillema

My mind tells me this
It haunts me inside
Something I can't hear
I can't understand, can't bear

The whispers are so loud
But the message so dark
Feels so lost
Again, needs to rest

So many thoughts
But all are naughts
It grows
But it has to go

Last time is the same
I felt it again
Feels natural
But seems so hard

It is like a rain
Which comes and go
A feeling that shows
I am still at work.
                                                                                                                                            written by: Precious Anne Palaganas

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