'Sang Malamig Nights (San Mig Nights)

POEM 31: To A New

Goodbyes, that are not supposed to, are painful.

So  I  did, indeed.

To leave with a sudden goodbye.

I am used to pain, I can tolerate,

until my soul is full.

Once,  that fish made me look stupid, I have forgiven.

Twice, that fish made me incapable, I have forgiven.

Thrice, that fish shot me with a gun, I am done.

I am silencing my Sky, while paving the roads to a new.