Clear And Lukewarm

• Chhorvann Ykhun, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

Suffering
Hurting
Ill-fated destiny
A song of melancholy.
Death of my mother marked my doom
Death of my sister ended my existence
But no one knew the pain I suffered
Losing you.
There is no comb
No promise
Only a path of blood
Between us.
I want to forget
Cannot forget
Imprinted in my heart
Clear and lukewarm.