Etheree In Woe Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

Etheree In Woe



Woe,
My throe,
You cannot
Supply needed
Minute nor can you
Add a single second
To prolong my borrowed life.
Instead, you are there to bother
My mind in order to have worries.
So why would I let you be here with me?

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Bernard F. Asuncion

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