Comfort Of Heart - Poem by Gil Gregorio
How come every night, sleep is hard to find
You voice's memory seems haunting me behind;
Your giggling smiles and laughters is so fine and fair
T'is old young heart imagining each moment we share.
I wish to conquer the biting scorch of sunlight,
in the midst of pain and weary close my sight;
I travelled the darkness among the wolves
while thistles were dugged in my feet's sholves.
So, tenuous was the pain that invades a heart
So, tremendous was the back load from a start;
No matter what it may become a consequence of sort
I always prefer a comfort of heart, a last recourse!
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