08.28.2022
Pinch
(A poem)
Tiny piece nearly microscopic,
Still a fragment within existence's scope,
Small, restricted, barely visible,
Yet capable of occupying space.
Fragile threads within a soft socks,
Warm and snug as can be,
Building blocks from a dust and dirt,
Diminutive, yet resilient, you'll see.
Rising from crumbs to sacks of stocks,
Grinding, hustling for the long haul on the clock,
Feed to ducks, no worries, they flock,
Saving stacks, avoiding the begging for bucks.
Embarking on a fresh canvas,
No room for anything less than classy,
Wisdom holds the key,
To unlock the gateway to luxurious ecstasy.
BINABASA MO ANG
Words from Void
RandomThis is a collection of the author's words. Every utterance of words; Every movement of the writing hand: A new life, new characters, new places, and a new universe emerge.
