19 Jun 2015

My poem

I can't sleep,
As I am sick,
Alone in my room,
Looking at the TV,
Right hand holding cup,
Left hand full of medicine,
O, when will this end?
As I take a sip.

2.5 hour of air journey to my
real home.
No real sympathy, no real empathy,
Only me,
Looking at the TV.

Catat Ulasan