By Dru Macasieb
Tears run down an unfamiliar face
Scorching cheeks with their embrace
The tears hang on to his chin
But they let go and they give in,
As they fall with effortless force
Theses sorrow bullets explode and burst
On his pillows they splatter, burn
Igniting fires of lessons learned
The smoke is absent replaced by cries
Getting louder as he tries
To keep composure, be at your best
This is life’s challenge, pass the test
And from your ashes you will return
Born a Phoneix with no concern
About the anger and pain you’ve released
As these are memories of man deceased.
Dru's Desk 