Drama
Why all this mad pout?
Hurl of empty shouts.
Why all this vain pain?
Anxious touch in vain.
Why all this drama?
In vain aroma.
Why all this regret?
As pride frowns and frets.
Why all this shape shift?
In a plunging lift.
Why all this sad waste?
Lost cause in mad haste.
Why all these echoes?
To strain most hollow.
Leon Enriquez
12 July 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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