Saturday, August 16, 2008

Poem: Unpredictable Strike

Yet again, pressure against the chest is felt,
which probably due to the recent message received.
Sometimes wonder,
what makes us think, what makes us sad,
what makes us not us and why we even care.
The uneasiness is once strikes again,
when we are least prepared.
It could be the chilies in the morning
or the unwanted information at night,
where we cannot take another blow right on the chest.
It is amazing to know the news leak without people knowing,
the rumors spread without much energy released
and the unwanted feelings come almost constant.
Perhaps this is what most known as “emotional”,
but it is still, the current feeling surrounding one.
Why worry?
It is what we do best.
Why emotional?
It is uncontrollable.
Why cry?
There is not turning back.
Why not share?
It is a circle, no beginning, no end.
Why tell?
It works as a shell.