Monday, July 16, 2018

Hide: Should I Run from the Morning? - Poetry - Literature


I forgot how to wake myself up
feel safe but not guarded by anything you want
I want to be there and be a witness that I am, see you
hurrying off a smile, whether a happy or temporary sign
I also remember
my fear was about the morning whack
I'm afraid
when morning comes and is with me, I don't see you
I'm afraid
when I see you but my weapon doesn't go down
must the story be dangled through the skits?
I fell very badly and injured when I discovered that the wound I had not healed
I speak like a pigeon with a bird of paradise
a few minutes passed but never arrived a corn collapsed from the leaves
I hope this is the northern horizon that is mushrooming in the south
I still can feel it even if I don't see it

Ditulis Oleh : Kean Ananda // July 16, 2018
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