It Is All Gone

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅,
𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔,
𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕,
𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉,
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅,
𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅.


𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅,
𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅,
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 
𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚.
𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒊 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 
𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕.


𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆,
𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆.


𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 
𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎,
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎 𝒐𝒇 
𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒅,
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅s.


Poem By: Chris S. Suah