The moon cast a muted glow in my darkened room
Trying to lift my spirit from gloom.
But her attempt was all in vain,
For in my heart, a deep rooted pain
I use to believe, all is ephemeral,
But my heartaches seem like eternal.
I grew tired wearing a clown's mask,
Hiding the shadow of sorrow in my eyes.
Yes I cried not for my loss........
The dreams we shared, I tried to live,
Started to fall like an autumn leaves..
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Posted by Lawrence Corpuz. Posted In : Poem