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

via 6:39AM

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Posted in Literary Pieces, Short Stories

Water Out For Your Worst Enemy (Lust)

Sins

A man who’s only chilled was drowned at an early age. From that point on, he blocked love from his mind. He became one of the most notable professionals. Having fun personal and business experiences, he found himself sunk in a deep depression, swallowing in unceasing misery. He spent time continually asking questions about everything that has happened. After years of misery, he made the greatest discovery of his life. His worst enemy… is himself.