By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
Time has caught up,
As the world stops,
It’s just you and me,
Let me pass time, come to me.
Everywhere I go, your face matches it all,
The rain reflects the sorrow I’ve felt,
It leaves a smell, a stench that I dread,
Just take me whole, with you and your ghost.
Now, as silence could only cope with hope,
I am the entertainment that played fool on a rope,
With strings attached as my body goes rogue,
My body all maimed but my mind is…**
