When I Cross The Line Poem by Jo M. Maghirang

The world is filled with people, that much is true
Then how come even so, my heart is always blue?
There's someone missing, that I know,
A sequel of events keeping my spirits so low;
Dried tears streak down my cheeks,
The sorrows of my heart, all at their peak..

Oh when will I be free from this wretched life of mine?
I keep longing for the time I am to cross the line;

This life and the next, what do they hold for me?
Nothing perhaps, but soon I will see..