Senin, 04 Desember 2017

Poetry

Arise Drowning


No one is more anxious
From the morning
Fear comes too late
Doubt will leave

You are passing by my eyes
Occasionally the head turned
Then disappear without a cue

I'm still in the waiting room
I chose not to watch television in the morning. 
Sometimes, he is more scary than the memories of death

Ah,
If only the bath can crush the memories
Which I did not want to see
Of course I will not
Late to work

Day I wake up
With thoughts about suicide
It seems I have to learn to walk
Again..

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