NAPATSORN TREESAP

Pathetic 
        Pain, 
               Pitiable 
                        Pride
Crawling to a tomb of my gloomiest rhymes
                —A  coffin of the ego flies
Giggling at my own ludicrous-foolish minds 
              —A silly-silky space 
                          —A milky marble of my own Fate

Father of the ocean 
           — brought the deepest tides and the profound grief
        —sink my egoistic dismay to depth of the ocean and the sea
            —make me swallow the grave I used to hang in the dreadful scene

And let the hollow in my horrible fantasy
Gone death with the waves of 
                                                HOPE

 

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