Conflicts
On the verge
Of fond urge
Feel moves surge
Sense dark fate
In night late
Frame sad gate
Face to face
In this place
Loss of grace
Do you know
How hate shows
A mad glow?
Cull in vain
Words that strain
Yet more pain
Stop right here
As light clears
Dark grim fear
Argue well
To fit tell
That you sell
Leon Enriquez
10 April 2019
Singapore
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