Lonesome me writing this poem
In this desolated tiresome room
With only a deck,a paper
And a pen in my hand
A robe hanging from the roof
With a hungry circle at the end
Ready to hug my neck for the last
And send me to my ancestors
The spectrum swaying of the robe
Brings back all the times I failed
When I was trying to reach my goals
When I was about to touch my destination
When my heart lost all the happiness
And love.
The robe echo keep on saying
"Get in your time is ended"
It isn't even giving me the chance
To finshing my rhapsody poem
But I don't blame you robe
Because we made the harmony
To give me a lift to my mother
I know it's gonna be painful
When I execute myself with you robe
Taking few last kick,climbing higher
Above the sky to meet the love
I lost years ago
But to me robe you're like a fragrance
Because I'm ready for you now.
I had enough on this world of grieve
Await for me robe
I'm all yours,just give me sometime
Let me pen down all my heart
Let me drop my last ink
Finishing my poem
Write a goodbye-love letter
To my lover
Send goodbye to the world
And tells them
That I'm hanging myself
©ZIZWE_THE_POET
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