Seeing the ocean so blue
I cloudlessly hear the voices singing, it was new
I will foster this view ‘til February
This could be the last of me…
I was caught off-guardedly
I’ve been broken many times, I feel like I’m bumpy
To stop the cycle of melancholy
This would be the last of me
Pleasing would be my “Thank You! ”
For those mob who gives hand even if they have issue
I want to see them smiling endlessly
This might be the last of me
Flying in dreamed ecstasy
Is my way of escaping problems, feel so easy
Unvigilant on what may cause to me
This should be the last of me
I fell on untouched chasm
Depression was my state, I want to be with my Mom!
Flashes of unwanted memories flee
This must be the last of me
Sunset viewing… Feel in-love…
Pleasing many people… Self-fulfillment… Sky with doves…
This is my synecdoche
This had been the last of me…
yeah... it makes the readers follow and move along with the lines as you painted the picture through poetic words...
Very well composed. Makes readers to move along with its lines. Repetition is well used in this poem. Good one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like hopscotch I hopped along a path built by an architect you are doing fine young man...I followed you very well, because you had writen it very well.