By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
Who’s fault was it had the flower not bloomed?,
I can’t blame fate, it was already doomed.
My hopes that reached heavens gate,
I fall once again, facing a grueling state.
Sadness, guilt, and confusion concuss my brain,
A feeling so familiar, it drives me insane,
Time spent will forever be gone,
I may have listened, but never got the meaning.
A hole so deep like when I had fallen,
This reservoir of regret starts to crack,
Longing what had been and forgotten,
Light has died along my track.
