Lost Poem by Lilibeth Apat

Here I am again tonight,
Feeling bad, though I’m not sure why
Been having headache for some time
There are lots of things on my mind.


I want to go away but my luck won’t allow
Staying here is hell yet there’s no option in sight
I want to start afresh with my honey pie
In some faraway land, sans the pains in my life.


I’m tired of everything
Of myself, and what I’m feeling
I’m tired of letting people hurt me so
And I’m fed up being sick and weary.