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'Cemetery'

People started looking for me,
Wondering where the hell I could be,
They sought everywhere and found me in a cemetery,
Grieving for no one's death but myself, I tried to bury.

I was sitting alone in a land guarded by fences,
No one can get in nor I can get out to other places,
They were all looking at me, guilt painted all over their faces,
But no one knows the reason I solitude, none knows the causes.

They say all of my sorrows are ephemeral,
Tell me why the feelings I bottled are inefabble,
They saw my resentment as memorable but not remarkable,
Refusing to acknowledge I always weeping under the table.

No grave, but I'm holding one gun,
No shovel and I thought it was not fun,
I'm afraid to look at them but I can directly look at the sun,
Gambling my life on a paper as if it was something I've never done.

I'm still in the unlocked fences, it started to rain again,
Giving me time to enjoy the water and the petrichor as long as I can,
I've been a demure my whole life, away from any man,
When I had an epiphany, a mission to make my existence at least known in this land.

All of the invitations that I ditched,
Some party that I didn't get invited to, so many times I'd itch ,
The owner forgot my name but my friends said "Come, we'll have you fetched",
But at the end I dissolve myself in an utter chargin with arrogance I tried to spit.

Back again at the cemetery,
Wonder why the weather's dark and all gloomy,
Probably the same color as they say in the prophecy,
Alive and well like a ghost lurking around the houses and all the allies.

tamat.

-2024

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