Love became farce, dead
A princess once, now a slave
This being shrank on bed
Desiring sapphire skies to wave
I witness the light
More like thunder
I faint slight No foothold under
Oh, their eyes were wide-open
With wild curiosity
Ain’t want to know these eyes blurry even
Dig signs of misery this face burry
Idealism of home spit of reality
I gave my regret some heavy corforting pity
Now my soul trusts her
Dry cracked life Waiting for another to flatter
My spoon is a knife I’d bleed, then stitch
A river, I shall cry You can choose which
With whom my sane fly
East Lombok, 12th March 2021
Jamilatul Laeli
Jamilatul Laeli is a collage students in University of Mataram, West Nusa Tenggara, majoring English Education. She love poems and treats poem as the language of heart. She can be contacted through email jamilatullaeli211299@gmail.com and telephone number 085258807849.