Last Day
Stumbled and fall,
while I place my head to a pillow,
thinking through each beam of light from my window,
I have lived not to see all,
limiting my nightmares and dreams to my room,
I read without falling short
that my youthful days has been swept by a broom.
I shelter my problems with an umbrella not to go to court
waiting for each second as my last
without stealing the spotlight,
in loneliness, I die fast
before the next sunlight
Copyright © Amin Tres | Year Posted 2010
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