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Aris Balu

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Puisi: "The 4 Stages of Goodbye" by Aris Balu

Diperbarui: 5 Agustus 2022   15:04

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It was hell on earth, tortured by my own fantasy

I can't share it with anyone, for no one is saved from their own agony

I dreamed about the day your fingers hold on to mine, of white dress and a thousand smiles full of wine, the day of us becoming one, guess that day will never come

I can't remember anything, for my mind is but a blur of black and white, grey and lack the clarity, a sanctuary of horror as the thought of you is leaving my body

I would rather die, I wish I had never been born, for what is a life without you standing beside me?

I was robbed of my will, of my manhood, yet I stand and fight, for your memory is my fortitude

To hell with my solitude, I won't be saved by it, I'll sacrifice peace for the chance to bear the piece of your heart

Yet once again I failed, again I'm drowning in my own tears, another night of staring at the ceiling, befriending the void, 

Oh well, everything must come to an end, even hope, so I bid you farewell, my sunshine road

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