Good mornings turned out to be mere 7AMs. And apparently, 'how are yous' are just plain 'hellos'.
My appetite became a stranger to me - that it just a run-to-place when I'm clearly lost.
No toy can cheer me up. No food can make me feel full.
Even showers can't remove the bloodstained 'thoughts' in my mind.
"I'm tired and I'm lost."
I don't exactly know what I really wanted, except that I want to be found.
Have you ever reached that point of getting used to attending to other people's concern that you're not even aware of your own state?
That it has become too easy for you to unlax their swirled up thoughts yet can't even answer when asked 'how you've been'.
Telling people your routinely life out of habit when asked 'Kumusta?' but never really had that connection to pour out your bottled up emotions.
Really tho, how have you been?
Your anxiety, your fears, your stressors.
Kumusta ka?
YOU ARE READING
Unloved
Poetry"Unloved: Another Chance for Love" is a captivating collection of narrative poetry by DARK that delves deep into the complexities of human emotion and strength. Through a heartfelt verses, the book takes readers on a journey of healing from heartbre...
