Sometimes… Poem by Lilibeth Apat

Sometimes it’s sad to realize
The plans we have just slip by
The promises made remain simple glimpses
Of what might have been, just simple wishes.


Once bitten, twice shy
Nothing matters anymore below the sky
I’m tired of waiting, been a long time
Sometimes I feel alive, sometimes I die.


After everything said and done
I learned to accept things one by one
What good will it do me if I cry?
Don’t want to feel bad so I look at the brighter side.