It all began…
One by one they left after my fall
Badly beaten by a ruthless war
I count the dead, my body included
In a pool of blood, the lifeless lay
I took a step but walked away
Know the dead has nothing to say
All that is left of me
Is but a dream to be
Blown from afar
Wish from a falling star
In my desperate strife
I lost a precious life
Caused by a stormy weather
Found no place I can call better
None in me is even sweeter.
The past haunts me with each passing day
Left a bloody footprint in a crucial time of dismay
My spirit is long dead and gone
My heaven is silent, I am done.
Defeat is a struggle’s end - - a mourning
But death, they say, is a start of a life unending
Kindly lay a wreath above my coffin
Here’s a fellow who took a breath, heartbroken.
Is there life after death, anyway?
Your guess is as good as mine, I say.
The aftermath…
He jump, run and throw a paper with a scribbled note
It says, Thank you for reading what a foolish man wrote
Then the limp psycho-man stride away with flair
Blown by the wind, the paper in an epitaph fell
“Here lies a man with writings worthless to tell
Leave it as it may
Poems, in time, will always stay
But persons like me, come and go
Hope this piece will be loved by you.”
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(Minglanilla, Cebu, Philippines - July 5,2012 - Dedicated to my grade VI teacher Vive T. Gimenez-Mamites)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks poem hunter for the chance to post my simple treasures in words.