Poem: The Little Prince


   What have become of my little prince?

   Filled by an empty spirit
   Devoid of such emotions
   Stripped of all the love

   We barely speak
   We hardly touch,
   Living life full of grudge.

   So many sins you’ve created
   So full of hatred in this world
   You wailed and scraped the sky
   You tore my hopeful heart
   You made me cry and cry
   Down you go to alcoholic seas
   Leaving me in the cold breeze
   I asked “how can it be…”
   That you didn't search your way back to me.

   2012©Agapin Edrayll
    Image: Donnie Darko, 2001


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