A brick wall crumbles
Smashed by the machine
Destroying the once mighty
Putting a stop to what have been
Saying no to what might have been
In it radiates the lost of cause
Ebbing away the source of force
Piercing the realm of choice
Like a strum of a broken chord
With a pain one can never afford
And what is it with the past?
For they no longer mean anything
When what is now reduced to nothing
Like a forsaken ugly duckling
And the mind urges for infinity?
When the matter may reek of cruelty?
What a future full of uncertainty
Like a flower draining itself dry
On a shelf prisoned and unnoticeable
Murdered by the fear
Of what should not be feared
Or end with an unfair farewell
In the bitterness of the utterance
Of the words Good Bye
By Jo Haq
9 November 2020
11:50 pm
KL Eco City
Buanaseni Studio
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