A Bliss to Daphne

I, a girl who cry

Questioning myself why, oh why,

Repenting to the decision

The choice that made me break,

With a shout of hatred

Crying in a solitude.

I remembered, A Bliss to Daphne,

How and Why?

That a joyful can be miserable

Caused of pains and sufferings,

A tragic life.

How? How could I escape

These chains of torture and sadness?

The cruelty and the merciless of the world?

Should I find hope?

The hope to bring back time?

My dad? My joy? My happiness? Should I?

Oh, poor little Daphne,

Confused, troubled,

Depressed and hopeless

Like a blooming flower,

Withered in a hot and thorny niche.