Comic
Dread feels afraid
Of ending dead
Fear feels so clear
Of oozing cheer
Noise is but voice
Drowned in wrong poise
Doom follows gloom
In dying room
Death comes to call
To one and all
Cry if you must
For loss of trust
Comic the jest
Upon mad fest
Know then the truth
As acid proof
Too late the date
With broken plate
So let go now
Beyond just how
End game comes round
In lost and found
Leon Enriquez
03 August 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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