Best Poem of J.B. Baronda

Half Written Poem
In every story there is an end,
Certain things could be broken and cannot be mend.
There will be the end of the road,
The point where stars grow old and explodes.
Plants and trees wither out,
Food and consumables expires out.
All hearts will stop beating,
There's a day when rain stops from pouring.
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Six Sided Depression
Was once alone and felt so helpless,
All the things seems to be useless.
This heart that binds all bitter memories,
This eyes whom wish to be blind to all it sees.
It's like the nightmare of your dreams,
The garbage of your stream.

When your escape seems to be a trap,
And your life has been a . . .
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