Jose Vicente Mikael A. Regalado
In The Midst of My Solitude
When there's a time that I am down
I run alone and make no sound
Pitches of darkness to me surround
As dejection and doldrums are around
I glimpse myself imprinted in agony
My humanity runs out of melody
Distressed, ruined, and even in misery
I shed tears to ease out this melancholy
Squeeze of loneliness tears me apart
Thousand of swords pierce this forlorn heart
Tunes of happiness to me depart
Expression of grief is a good start
I come to cry in the pouring rain
I shout to release the feelings of pain
Life seems useless; gloom is all I attain
Desperation of living pricks my brain
My heart aches much and even shatters
Life for me now; it does not matter
It's as if i am in an unsounded water
Death could be easy and even much better
Although in the midst of my solitude
A love so pure and of high magnitude
Could give me even a little fortitude
And unshackle this appalling attitude
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