Edmund Wong Poems

I don’t know how I could sleep-
Oppression reigned my night;
Trains of onerous thoughts trampled
My mind, squeaking against
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There was a cockroach, struggling
To survive on Christmas night,
Away from its hidden nook, naked to all,
Out into the unknown, for just a nibble;
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I

I shall not be far away,
From the lapping sea gently calling me;
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My heart is sinking
Before the hustling crowd
Whose words are heavy
As their sights are loud.
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I met Cupid the other day
Lounging alone in the tranquil park,
By the lively lake, on the soft-thatched clay,
Where love was vowed in lay by faithful larks.
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Why have you been so cold, consuming Life,
That has swallowed my youth in scathing Strife
For nothing- you motley, wild clay,
Have you ever sat out a sinless day?
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Must I sing my prayers as I was taught,
While blatant atheists are never caught?
Fie, fie, hark how those obstreperous feasts
Abuse the decent night, where bloodshot men
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Dear willow, please tell me what I should do,
When the evening sky has lost its hue,
And winter’s sacred white is overdue?
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Many a night I ask the stars on high,
For whom a sylph aloft like thee would fall.
They neither crawl away nor draw on nigh,
Seeming not care to heed my plea at all.
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How with the track of time can we withstand,
When Gaiety has become my enemy,
And let me not enjoy her company,
With whom my hours have lavishly been spent?
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