Latent Pain
The promise made
From soul to soul
Is but a trade
Of things once whole.
The sojourn brings
A changing spring
That ever flings
With what time brings.
The mood seems clear
Where loss of cheer
Strings a new fear
Where pain must steer.
The flood of toil
Leaves empty spoils
That till the soil
As harsh times foil.
The touch of jest
Can ease harsh fest
In that lost quest
As cause flunks test.
The sad sad smiles
Now seem to pile
In sober wiles
Less than worthwhile.
The promise then
Once made in haste
Is but a when
That leads to waste.
Leon Enriquez
18 April 2015
Singapore
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