When the sky looms in darkness
When mind lost all its sharpness
With madness rampant within
Up and down I see myself,
Hold a familiar sight of garbage in the bin.
Here I lie alone,
As water running through my cheekbone
I said to myself, I am weak,
Nothing I ought to seek
Is not worth as much as an antique
NAY! I hear In surprise,
Open hand reaching through the sky
Bringing light which I can rely,
NAY! I say in loud,
In here I stand to vowed
Promise not to bowed
Against the world shrouded in cloud
Author: Wijasena Aji Pratama
Editor: Fransiskus Nino Boby Laksono (QC)
Illustrator: Bedita
