Những đứa con bị bỏ lại phía sau mờ dần vào làn sương trắng. Ngày một xa dần. Xa dần. Đến một lúc nào đấy, chúng dừng lại, không còn cố gắng tìm đường về nữa…
There is a feeling I cannot obtain to see the world. There is a question opening my confusion. I was not invited to this world, can I leave this without any trouble?
This poem is nothing but a sear observation of rain and a blink of an eye.
Every night. A summer fell shorter.
Every day. I felt a little awkward.
There is a promise left behind.
There is a reason they step aside.
Black lung. Never meet the score.
Hi-standard. The record to never conquer.
© 2018 Lam Le, All Rights Reserved.
Blue has its reason to appear on the color of our skies. Darkness has its reason to take over the domination. Assets are put aside when they are no longer useful. Some people depart on their last meaningful expenditure. Left, knowing they are out of use. Died, holding on to their true selves.
Took a deep breath,
jumped off a bridge
but changed my mind,
now here I lie.
You and I have been through many outright refusals. We could have backed down. We could have been overwhelmed and abode our fates. We were told to quit. But we didn’t.
Here’s to us!
You’re always mine, in my eyes.
You’re my light, when the night comes.
I remember the day, that you said that you’re mine.
And I thought it was right, but turned out I was so blinded.