Poem Continuation

Topic: Love

No feeling would enter my heart,

as those that do end up lost,

they enter blindly, unable to see,

where they end up in

because if a little light gets light up 

for everytime I feel loved,

my heart became of darkness

when you left.

It was rough for me, to say the least,

The dawn of dusk and end of days,

As from where I stood, of this it did not seem clear

I thought I fathomed the ground to be firm,

Yet here I lay, a pit, the end

What great prize it is, I start to realize

To see the sun while its warmth still bathed me.

What greatest prize it was, I start realize

To know when the sun still shined, like none other out there.

No such grief I have felt, of this I wish you were sure,

No wave so large, has crashed this shore

A flee? Escape? No, never

Not once I allowed another to happen.

With what as though was last breath, I throw

This bottle to the ocean, a note inside,

A precious note, a plead, a prayer, a last-hope type of prayer

Says for those who hear it, the weep,

To say to a fool who wants a feel of grand,

The sun is fine, no storm grows near

You’ll feel the sun’s warmth again, don’t worry now.

By: Anonymous, 16, Binus Simprug