Poetry by | August 3, 2014

It comes.
It swoops down.
Its beady eyes focus,
Seeing a prey, it lunges.

Poor soul.
Battered by life
And its unrelenting blows.
It falls to the earth.

Sadness comes.
Piece by piece
From my very bones
It tears the happiness completely.

Excruciating torture.
A gaping hole
Where my heart lies.
Torn apart by its claws.

Sadness left,
Never looked back.
I am all alone.
Weeping, I am dying inside.

Ms. Olojan is a literature senior at the University of Southeastern Philippines.

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