A poem for an outcast, unwanted, and abhorred like a dreadful stain…

Dies Irae (Dark Days)

by:

Czun Celestino Cupid R. Villaflor IV

i

I have this feeling, I’m losing my mind

I’m a half dead, and nowhere to be found…

In this place I call, my very own home,

It seemed to be like, I just don’t belong…

ii

Now my sight grew dim, and I’m going blind,

all the brightlights gone,and leave me behind…

all that’s left for me, is to weep and cry,

’cause I can’t solve the puzzles of my life…

iii

I’ve got a feeling, that I’ll lose my mind

and this sanity,has just came on time…

’cause this guilt I feel,is eating my pride

and I’ve got no time to apologize…

iv

Those words that are spoken without action

is a love in the absence of passion,

A life full of hatred and aggression,

is a story that ends to destruction…

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