Posted in Literary Pieces, Poems

Sunrise

Every sunrise counts
For he who wonders
If he’ll be there to see
The next one, the next day

And that very time came
When sunrises are already counted for him
He who sinned against all his enemies
He who regretted every decision he has missed taking
And he who loved her until the very end
With the idea of him not being loved back

And that very time came
When he already took his last breath
That time consisted only of three words —
Regret. Hatred. Fate.
For he regretted not doing all the things he should’ve done
For he was hated until the day he passed away
For he accepted the fate of a helpless man like him
Until his last breath

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Posted in Literary Pieces, Poems

Childhood Memory

Hey.

We once played hide-and-seek
When one makes sure the other won’t peek
We played everyday to our heart’s content
And end every day by just how it went

One day, when our hearts started to speak
We started to feel emotions at its peak
We started to blind ourselves by love
And sharing everything that we have

Until the end was the end we cannot prevent
Like the same old days, we end by just how it went
Who would wipe my tears now with her palms
When you already died in my own two arms

As days passed by without you by my side
Every day seems a pair of worlds will collide
So I will remember that one childhood memory
The times we played since we were three

Winter, spring, summer, and fall
Our childhood days, I’ll remember them all
You are all of my precious days
No any day could simply replace