Gloom
Gloom that blooms,
From one saga to another,
Happens too fast,
All too soon..
I thought I met my Peace,
At the end of the horizon,
Another army standing in line,
More arrows was shot,
Straight right to my heart
The hour has ticked past,
Remorse yet helpless,
There is only numbness,
Stoned and paralyzed,
Seeking for my asylum..
3 Comments:
:) you have to find your peace :)
8:07 PM
Challenged. That is the word that we can use to describe everyday life. That we are being challenged.
When we are challenged, there is one thing you can do.
You can challenge back. Stand up and fight back. Prove them wrong. Find that peace.
Choose, and act.
7:38 PM
Pal : Thanks V..peace comes and go, sometimes u find it, the next u lost it..then a new peace surface again :)
Fikri: Yeah!!Will stand tall no matter what :D
5:55 PM
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