Annoyed, I brushed it away
A thoughtless way of taking its life
I saw its body
Lying on my desk
Why I wanted it dead
I really didn’t know
I’m no more happy
Now that it’s gone
So why on earth
I did that for
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
A fly danced in front of my eyes
Annoyed, I brushed it away A thoughtless way of taking its life I saw its body Lying on my desk Why I wanted it dead I really didn’t know I’m no more happy Now that it’s gone So why on earth I did that for I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |