BINABASA MO ANG

Poetry

In the midst of a whirlwind of emotions, I unearthed my voice. A gentle murmur to my pen, and a poem emerged.

Confusing

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I'm on a battlefield.

It was so dark, but I'm getting used to it.

But this time, it's different.

I don't know what this means.

I wanted to write, but there's no word.

I have no idea.

I saved myself many times.

But right now, I don't know how.

My mind was bombarded

Lem me just escape.

I'm running out of words to explain.

There are so many unanswered questions.