The sky was clear, there was to be no rain.
I tapped my fingers to the music’s strains.
The car I drove went cruising down the lanes,
and through the gates of Nee Soon Camp, so sane.
The pain my tooth gave me was hard to bear.
I had to get it out, for all I care.
The fear I felt was now all in my veins.
I closed my eyes and heard him call my name.
“Please lift your left hand if you feel the pain.”
And then I felt my whole self on the wane.
My nerves, they were to me, gradually lame.
This day, to me, I felt was my own bane.
At last, the op was done, the tooth was out.
Heaving a sign, “it’s done”, I cried out loud.

Lionel L
(10 Jan 1997)

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I am alone in this room full of gloom.
Lifting my head, I hear the sounds of doom.
Death comes to me, He comes; His shadow looms.
He wants from me, the baby in my womb.
In tears, I pray for him to leave the room.
He laughs, then takes the baby from my womb.
Triumphantly, He moves out of the room.
My tears, which flow, now flow into the broom.
By chance, I sense your presence in a zoom.
I sit and wait till you enter the room.
You bring with you a rose that’s in full bloom.
You come to me and kiss my cheek, my groom.
The pain of loss, it is to me, the Doom.
Love me, you must! Bring me out of this gloom.

Lionel L
(07 Jan 1997)

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Talk not to me, you wretch of what you yearn.
Let all the feelings in your weak heart burn.
Go now, be gone, for this is what you earn.
These things called love, something you never learn.
Talk not to me, you are not my concern.
Let all your hopes and dreams in your heart turn.
Leave now at once, for you are just a germ.
These things called love, you will never discern.
Speak not to me, you wretch, again be spurned.
The hate, not love, I give to you – you earn.
Fake tears you weep, you slut, you do not learn.
Stay not, I warn, but if you do, discern!
Your fate, too late to change is what you earn.
To kill you now – for this is what I yearn.

Lionel L
(05 Jan 1997)

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