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Hannah Cabrito Poem
I found myself lost in the dark abyss.
Upon finding myself, I've come up with this:
"Am I going to be missed
Or am I going to be ignored just like every morning's mist?"
I don't know, I'm not sure when or how
But does losing myself going to help me somehow?
Will it make me realize my dreams
Or just make me give up and let my life be carried away with the water that roll down the streams?
I've got no direction, I feel so lost.
I've built up walls that no one can ever cross.
It was I who made it that's why right now I'm frustrated
Holy cow! I made a barrier that gets the whole situation more complicated
I think I belong to the fallen ones
People who had a dream once
But fell and got locked away
To a perfect slumber where they can't not stay.
I screamed and screamed
But still no one seemed
to notice the things
That for so long, I am burdened with.
As my tears fell down like droplets of a morning dew,
I think to myself, "Can I really start anew?"
I cannot wait for the day to say,
"Hannah! I've finally found you!"
Copyright © Hannah Cabrito | Year Posted 2016
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Hannah Cabrito Poem
I’m not sure how many times it has been
When I wanted to turn back time and
be like those children again
Being a young adult makes me feel so tired
and insane
Why do I have to deal with this such kind of pain?
I now understand why Peter didn’t wanna grow up
It’s because this phase is full of hardships;
so hard that it makes you want to just give up.
on everything.
It’s quite saddening
that no matter how much I wanted
to be young again and stay as one forever,
it just won’t happen.
Simply because
I ain’t Peter Pan
and
this place ain’t Neverland.
Copyright © Hannah Cabrito | Year Posted 2016
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Hannah Cabrito Poem
I've built up walls, high walls.
I kept on building those until it became a castle.
A castle made up of only walls.
A castle without windows,
without doors,
without an opening to the outside world.
I am stucked and locked inside my own castle.
A desolated and cold castle.
Copyright © Hannah Cabrito | Year Posted 2016
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Hannah Cabrito Poem
The rain poured down once again,
Leaving her breathless, down, and feeling the pain.
As petrichor lingered around the place,
memories came flashing back before her face.
The smell of rain made her remember the past.
It did not only reminded her of who she was
but, it also reminded her of the person
whom she loved and trusted once.
Copyright © Hannah Cabrito | Year Posted 2017
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