The Last Poem of Losers

It's time my voice be heard. It's time my presence be awaited. It's time my attention be missed. It's time my cries be appeased.It's time my wish be granted. It's time my contrite be pardoned. It's time my sin be forgiven. It's time my love be avenged. Let me met my Lord in peace! (Thus, the Losers stared each eyes that can only be looked blankly,...

Hopeless.........

I lay there a long time.Lethargic helpless.Weak worthless.Limp lifeless. Really falling.Speechless.Ignoble without meaning.Die without hope.Then killed grief. In mortal body.Full of sadness.No joy, soul wounds. Is there a speck of love?Changing any disaster.Remove all the torments.Remove all sins. It turns out I was still lying,Hope everything...