Midnight Illness Poem by Princess Bernadette Anillo

Once insane,
And I'll never be the same still crying
In the deepest of the night still awake
And living on the spaces
Singing our songs

Hurting back
Like a petal falling off from your heart
When I see it all at end
It argues in myself like before

You left me awake
Left me in blank
Staring my skies as it sank

I'm too ill to feel the sadness
Too hurt to see the stars
Too empty for a heart to fill the loss your hole have marked
I'm too ill to feel the midnight
Too missing all the dreams
Too early for my heart to leave the scar
Too ill to fill my midnight with your heart

You left me awake
Left me to sank
Staring my skies turning blank