By: Muhammad Rois Rinaldi

The guilt and pain remains the same afraid to love
afraid of possibility to leave or make another stance

How one happiness is repaid in agony of flowing tears
- deep in my heart like a corpse dragged by a the tide

That is life in a rainy paths, head hung and wide open
as darkness seeks the light, the eyes had already shut  

For I know that eventually I will run out of breath
for the part of me to reach out
to escape from the snare for freedom,
ah... dispossessed dream!

Cilegon, 2013

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