In Rejection Poem by angelica dela cruz

there is no peace, no quietness.
the world has passed in supple stage;
and leaves that once graced eathly place
had crumbled into orange ash

the colors that were once so bright
had faded now. there's no respite.
i leave myself in silent daze.
i've lost myself in mirror's gaze.

and singing songs of penance true,
i pray the notes would carry you,
to memories of quiet days.
there's really nothing left to say.

i lost you now and lost you then.
there is no solace left for friends.