By Shawn Zachary Pantojan
Grade 9 - Mercy
Something died in me
And I still can’t see;
Like a rose losing petals
Or slowly melting metals.
I’m a kite without a string
And no one cares for a thing.
Darkness is my common fear.
But when you are with me,
There are no tears.
Sometimes I often call.
But at the edge, I fall.
I miss your face,
But I never tried to solve the case.
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