My Poetry

without you, my poetry is
dead, leaving a crack of sadness;

and for this I just may stop,
'cos the spirits are untreatable;

i hurt my mind...
and shattered my sanity;

better if we have not met, you thought;
i agreed, for you delved too much at the vanity;

and thru the pieces that I may have
or, may have not given;

and thru the songs that I may have
or, may have not written;

and I think, maybe I should reconsider
picking-up the thread of my life, for good grace is

my heart lasting desire; to start again
as if it were sunrise, perhaps, I find

a sweet butterfly, however this may seem
hope is keeping me alive; unto you

eternal peace and joy, I wish
even thru my deepest sorrow.







Poetry by Ernesto P. Santiago
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Written on 2007-02-16 at 22:33

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