Touching Fate
Pieces of heart
Bleed on glass shards
Memoirs now start
Verse from sad bard
Line by line tell
As feeling surge
Pain seems to dwell
On some odd verge
Verse in stern fit
Cuts sharp and deep
Loss of bold wit
Hits where tears weep
Touch in plain strokes
Hinge on brief binge
Pain knows to poke
On edgy fringe
Feel the damp air
Where sad turns bad
A losing flair
Prompts anger mad
A forlorn face
Loiters with sketch
To plunder place
In futile match
Come to know truth
In anxious form
As if to proof
A dying norm
Too soon, too late
That dying moan
Fear claims due fate
With final groan
Leon Enriquez
01 April 2020
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2020
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