Beads of sweat forms on her forehead,
She wipes them off with her forefinger.
She heaves a long sigh, managing her breathe,
She mutters words of surrendering.
She struggles with her own demon
That some may know and some may not.
It doesn't matter for they can't help her
In fighting the battle that could never cease.
Some fights their battle with ease,
But she is nowhere near at ease.
She fights on her bed, alone,
Thinking she'll get out of there soon.
She holds on the promise of getting up,
When she could no longer battle up
For she wins the fight for that short while,
Only to fight another battle next month.
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Mga Tula (Poems)
PoetryMga Tula is a bunch of poems compiled and made by my vague mind. Some of these compilation of poems were taken from the stories I made. There are also poems made by my cousins and also, poems made by myself. So please, beware of dog. Ay este. Words...
