Remnants ***** Empty Yesterdays Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
Remnants ***** Empty Yesterdays
How coincidence I was born in
A home of instability
Too child yet to handle
All chaos and trials
Too innocent yet to
Familiarize crucial mystery
Puzzling in human race
Seems a fresh riddle
Of my entire childish face
Unbearable to bear
Causes rain almost in my years
Those are lonesome stories
That flashes back all over
Again
I blame nobody
Till I found out I have
Empty yesterdays
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