Closure
Words dry up,
Ink stains tell;
A full cup,
Love now dwells.
Thoughts of pain,
Dig deep here;
Such loud strains,
Flood these spheres.
Gone too soon,
Words unsaid;
Death at noon,
Bills unpaid.
Too late now,
A dream dance;
Don't ask how,
Death nulls chance.
A sad fate,
A torn page:
Much too late,
Empty stage.
Rest in peace,
Dear good friend;
May deep ease,
Greet you grand.
Leon Enriquez
25 October 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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