By: Martsu Ressan
Manibog Ladia
Let the Was be the
Was, take the Is as it is.
And for that might I
have, my ever lasting peace.
I am leaving to
forget and I live to learn,
Living with regrets,
for that sorry to be earned.
For now I might be
asking, “Let me leave my life!”
Yet I live the usual,
asking myself, why?
I spent the present,
reading pages from the past.
Moral lesson was,
nothing ever truly last.
Yet I come to argue,
if I just know what’s right.
Might I still have
that treasure, the laughters not the fight.
I shouldn’t have
complained, now, it’s hard to comply
For that broken
pieces, of my incomplete lie.
Oh yes! I still have
them, herein my memory.
Reminiscing the
sadness, the smiles secretly.
It’s tormenting I
admit, that’s the choice of me,
Now you understand,
letting go is no easy.
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