The Person (My Reflection)

Curse has fallen on the meadows of us
There I saw you upholding the fight
Although bitter tragedies await you,
You still faught till the very end.

The dirty hands that I have shown you
It did not matter if the crowd would laugh
but as long as you feel overjoyed,
You could not care if love was unanswered.

Your battle build animosity and tears in you
The love that was supposed to be known, hidden
Blistered hands and scratched knees you persevered
the pain of hidding while wanted to be known.

Arise from the ashes you seem to have surrendered
Tired from slaps that you have taken from yourself and them
Tears have burnt the innersides of your eyes,
The chest crushed from holding the rage from the heart.

Orders from people, you would like to accept
Leaving the love for the other in hunger
Holding back and hiding in places of abyss
Letting no man know that you have onced loved.

10:57 p.m.
8/25/97

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