Marx Lenn Mendoza - Countenance

I couldn’t find the words
Words that may lift me
To go somewhere that I never see
I want to sojourn
But my heart still beats like a drum
Drum that trembles in the midst of my own misery

Undeniably, I am stronger than ever
But I was hurt and hurter someone
Undisputed thought may be too late
Late as it may seem
But vagrantly and descrier

It burned me equivocally
And I never wish to see
And I live the thought
Thought to see it all
But who am I to bequeath the stature’s wretchedness
I am no one

But a perfidious!

Marx Lenn Mendoza

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