THE 7EVEN DONE

I'm done:
the weep had long ago dried;
the tears had long ago been wind;
the expired expectation.

^{"Immortal" by Jungho Lee}

I'm done.
On the edge,
but yet breathe
for nothing.

^{"Man Standing on the Edge of a Cliff" by Alberto Ruggieri}

I'm done.
on the tip,
but yet unfree
to be gone.

I'm done.
Let the song sing for itself:
none undo what had done.

^{"Verse" by Jungho Lee}

I'm done.
Let the book tell a tale
when they feed me all lie.
Let them mourn later
on remembrance the bitter.

^{"Invitation" by Jungho Lee}

I'm done.
Let the book tell a tale
when they stop for a while.
and feel me say a bye.

^{"Into Silence" by Jungho Lee}

I'm done.
I think.

^{"Heritage" by Jungho Lee}