Turn back the clock.
Be precise. Be exact.
To that split second.
If only…..
I ask my Lord.
Questions…..
I wait, my Lord.
For answers…..
There is a reason.
What is it?
A season for everything.
Yes, but why?
Happiness is fleeting.
A burst of joy.
A minute of laughter.
For a moment, peace.
Then, suffering continues.
There is pain and hurt.
Sadness doesn’t go away.
It is wrapped in a coat.
Surrounded and stiffled.
Depression hasn’t left.
It pops up uninvited.
Everything bright goes dark.
Again I ask my Lord.
Questions…..
Not aloud.
I ask… I wait…
By C.E. Pereira
(4-5-2019)
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I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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