A Regret of a Thought
While I sat at a sofa
In the living room
I looked everywhere
No one was there
My parents sleeping, my sister sick
And I am waiting for the bus
Suddenly the made called for me:
The bus louzana
So I carried my stuff and off I went
Sitting in the bus…
My sister and I not looking
At each other
My shoulders, back and arms paining me like hell
I await my death that is in my mind everyday
While I spoke to lina & she so stubbornly acted
I tried to act grown- fully
I tried to let down my temper
And so I thought and regretted
I didn’t do a thing to say
I did not hurt a soul to cry
Then I got sad and very mad
I wish and so I wished
If he will ever talk to me again
Its been three weeks
And there was not even one reply
And so I looked and I thought
I tried to change the topic
But it remain grabbing my mind’s attention
Oh I humph why, why and why?
Where did my rising sun go ?
Where did my angel of love fly?
I am left alone,
Not to be loved…
Not to be taken…
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