I've revised the poem, this might or might not be the final piece. Will let you know if I decided to add things/ideas to it. Call me indecisive if you want, I prefer to look at is as a progressive effort ^__^
(wrote this in the LRT this afternoon)
I heard a voice from WITHIN
A joyous song, I thought.
It sounded far
so I listened carefully
A mournful wail,
The child weeps:
In the adults' world
Everything is a mess
Ignorance is at mass
Coruption, evil deeds, and sin
Obscenities of life
A loss it is
And lost they shall be
A child cries from WITHIN
Not understanding, not knowing
the monster she has grown into
Chanting her melancholic premonition
I keep on listening...
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