Possawat Piankij


Depressing Day - Poem by Possawat Piankij

I never deem my birthday special,
But, instead, very depressing.
Candle-lit cakes never bring me delight,
But, inversely, the awful night.

On my eighteenth birthday,
My age is added with one.
I'm more closer to the way
Of my dreadful death.

- One Whistle -


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 14, 2013



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