Poetry

Ryan Matthew Arcilla


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27 february 2012

Yeah, Right...

12/23/11
Wake up, feel the air that I'm breathin'?
Wake up next to me, you're all that I'm needin'?
Yeah, right! All I do to this is let out a sigh,
While staring up, an emotionless gaze up to the sky
I used to be one of the most happy guys,
But now...all that happiness just flies...
Away from this soul, all of it goes,
Just SEARING through me like multiple hot coals
Well...coals...what a time for that?
Because...look at the day that time has sat.
Christmas...Christmas is here,
Christmas is supposedly happiness to hear...
I used to be part of the bunch, to look forward...
But now, I'll jus' stand back, like a little coward
I'll hide away from all the joy
Just because I've been imaged as a little boy
Frightened by his thoughts
All through the lots
Never again happy
Jus' slacking through, crazy
I'll never be the same,
It's always gonna be true,
I may not have a 'Christmas...'
But...I actually hope that you do
You'll be spending THIS holiday alone,
All alone, without anything to mourn,
Right now, I won't be there by your side,
Because...well...inside, I've died
...
Though my words have shown much hate,
Which is my form...slightly great
They have something hidden...
You'll figure if you think within
Can I trust, or no trust?
I need the answer, I must
Come on...
Give me the straight answer!
You must hurry, and tell me right here!
Before those coals...have me completely seared






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