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Angel Monarba Poem
"Never been this eager to earn
Even a single layer of ahead expectations
Murmurs between excellence and failures
Impels me to be bordered with lots of agitation,
Mind clouded of disparate thoughts
Never wanted to casted me off
People might see me as persistence as carabao, maybe the other way around.
Dressed up with silence
So no one would know
I'm in abyss of predicaments
Might see me smiling as if everything
Is as fine as the weather
But the the truth
The real me is gradually getting wither
Up till now bearing their enormous displeasing judgement.
Kept telling them, "I'm like a battery
Expect me to be drained that easily."
Happy to explore more things
Without hesitation developed me
To be as good as I should to be
My parents never put me in any pressure
It's just me that wants everything to be Rest-assured in any situation
Luckily, I experienced having good leisure.
Left with no choice
but let myself be immersed
In a little hope of favorable assumption
Hoping they wouldn't desert me
When they saw me repeatedly stumbled
In an outlandish area of discarded matters.
Failures made me pour thousands of tears
Heart multiple be set in tear
Swollen eyes never dare to appear
Here, and there, piled up of tasks to bear
Snap out of reverie
Must get up and be ready
This is life and a part of my journey.
Countless times, lend a hand
But it makes me a little weary
Little by little declining became my hobby. Engrossed by thought it would only set for Temporary. All of a sudden,
Consumed me consistently.
Time flies as swift as cockroaches
Submission of pieces
Bit by bit approaches
There, you are trembling with nervousness.
This isn't time for some playfulness.
Left with no choices.
Submit it or lose the chance of getting high grades. As they begin to close
The gates of chances.
Thyself culminates to fall into
Hopelessness.
Subject that became a big defilement, Disappointment follow in an alignment Sometimes its really hard to pursue some happiness. Knowing,
It might only produced gloominess.
Competition became excessive
As the real qualities
Stirred to be aggressive.
One another, getting drowned
Into depts of the ground.
Where the high precious number
Could be found."
Copyright © Angel Monarba | Year Posted 2023
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