Our Losing World

     The last time I wrote you a letter was when we were falling apart. That tragic fall is nothing but a memory accompanied with strong energies called emotions. It wasn't gravity's fault... it was our own fault... and I can still recount my losing moment... that moment when I lose you.      It was a complete struggle to begin with. We let external forces ruin our rotating world of love and joy without knowing it. We were too busy revolving around each other's love that we didn't see their accelerating desire to destroy our world. They brought Armageddon into us. Our euthopian dream of "forever you and me" sunk down to where Atlantis is. Our strong walls were destroyed; our fortifications failed; and then "we" became inexistent. We were both wounded from our battle called "eternity". From there, we were disheartened to continue the fire that we made.      It seems so wrong that we ended up like pieces of trash. We became worthless and...
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A Poet's End

Blank pages of nothingness,
I got to find my own happiness.
Here I am searching on every bit of pages,
But all I’ve seen were silent spaces.

What’s wrong with my words now?
There’s nothing more to be found.
It feels like I’m lost in my own niche.
Silent tears flowing like cliché.

Hurting… I found myself crying,
Remembering how far I’ve been flying.
How can I live a life of fulfillment
When words won’t even give its complement?

Now that my rhymes don’t harmonize
And my words won’t even compromise,
All I see is a blank future
With a life that is so unsure.

How come I’ve reached this stage?
It feels like I’m trapped in a cage
Where sorrow is the only emotion
And poetry is just part of illusion.

Looks like this is where my journey ends.
So long poetry, my long-time friend!
If only this poet hasn’t lost his talent,
Then there’s no reason for him to lament.

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