A LOST PARADOX

BY; LYKA MAE CONSTANTINO CASIL

GRAYISH CLOUDS, A BATTLE BETWEEN PEACE AND CHAOS,

WAVES OF SORROW, STREET OF TEMPTATION.

HERE I RIDE THE BUS OF OVERFLOWING TEARS.

I HEAR NOTHING BUT THE FLICKERING SOUND OF MUSIC.

THE LAND IS WET, SO AS MY HEART BLEEDS IN PAIN.

HERE I AM, CHASING THE FORGOTTEN KARMIC LOVE.

THIS MONOCHROMATIC AGONY,

SEARCHING FOR IT’S LOST PARADOX

TREES OF HOPE ARE PASSING THROUGH MY BLURRY SIGHT

LONGINGNESS IS BURNING, JUST THE ASH; IT MATTER NO MORE.