First week of May

(a poem)

On the first week of May
I saw skies of gray
Remediable to consciousness
But with willingness to stay

As nights holds certain
The end of each days
I lose more memories
Or regrettable yesterdays

Like on the first week of May
Please be gentle today
This heart is more fragile now
Than how it was yesterday

And on the next time we face
May it not resurface
The scar of what's left of me
Still bitter, foul to taste.
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"first week of May" by L.K. Sison -fin 1:24 AM