Book Poem by Ratha Hou

Book



The haze of countless nights
Is coming in through the door
When you are not around
Your assistance is required to reassure
Names in my head, a crazy mind
When the morning comes alive
I suffer in vain, a tragedy

The understanding becomes misunderstood
Its chapter over, just a finished book

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Ratha Hou

Ratha Hou

bridgeport, connecticut
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