Jemme Simbulan Poems

I threw this heart to a place unknown,
I locked it in a chest of hurt and fear,
Sealed with guilt and sadness…
I tried to stop the beat,
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The night falls slowly
Creeping above the lowly
Lands of shameless people
Busily going home
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I am not a warrior
I never knew how to swing swords
I neither have my breastplate nor my helmet of gold
I am one of the spectators
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Forget about poems,
Forget about stories,
Forget about romance,
Who cares about those?
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Another sad line,
Another cry,
Once again I write these things,
Not hoping you'll read it…
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