All In Days Work
Gripped by toiled hand,
Hissing sound I hear everywhere
Reverberating the youthfulness of my days,
Where lullaby and executioner's fierce reign
Echoing my ego to whisper in solitude,
Where I used to be.
This is where I'm in now,
Blow torch, leads and thy might,
Oblivion everyday I'm here
Replete of my memorabilia haunting
In my relinquished mind.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2023
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