Bloody Valentine's Day Poem by Possawat Piankij

This year, I must stay with bloody Valentine's day;
I can hear gun shots under the sky of grey.
Every dead body is lying everywhere-
So ghastly that I dare not stare.

Frankly, I can't see the trace of my victory,
and now, I'm bursting with great worry.
I have my last massage to declare-
Perhaps, you don't even care.

If the sun still shines in the morning,
My love for you is everlasting.
Though, I'm an invisible man of the dark wood,
My love remains immortal for good.


- Dean Crookes -