The Final Word Poem by Eva Clara Harahap

Finally the final words are out….
You’ll never understand what it is all about…
The leaf patience of mine had burnout…
For every little untruth you had been hideout….

I guess you never really know me….
I paid attention even to the smallest bee…
If they ever try to sting you….
For once, my world only evolves around you…

If you think I am blind….
Then I wouldn’t see the thorn between the lines….
I guess I caught you every single time…
That you lied, to make me find another crime….

I am not going to fall apart anymore….
This game is season out of the time….
I still can leave you behind at anytime….
Though without you, it’ll be so lonesome….

I don’t want to cultivate anger…
Don’t you know anger is one letter short to danger? ...
I’d rather keep the burning flame inside…
And smiling, to give you a happy ending on the outside….

But you are no longer part of my existence…
For I could no longer live with such pretence…
Don’t give me anymore of your sweet defense….
It is nothing but a diplomatic sentence…

Now I am sending out the final word…
Full of patience to get rid of all misunderstood…
Someday, somewhere you’ll understand about it….
Though I will not be a part of it...

Copyright© Eva Clara Harahap March’2010

Eva Clara Harahap