It's like I've been gone for ages
Bide good-bye to explore ridges
Like when Moises climb the Mount Sinai to get the law to witness
But when he comes back, everything was a menace
I used to be a lonely poet
Bleeding in paper - a masterpiece, you bet
Words' stung and burns like a scorpion's venom
Melancholy, pain, and revenge are overflowing - there's no such thing as maximum
It's like I went to a far away land
With different customs, I stand
Then going back home seems to be strange
New habits was learned and I somewhat changed
The soul of a poet is fading like my smile
Hence, my heart is racing to catch the hope even if it takes a while
Holding tight to not let it go
The poet within me is a child of sorrow
Rivers, seas, and oceans - I may cross
Climb the highest mountains and vast of cosmos
The listener, the artist, the poet, and the version of me that I fear to lose
Will forever be binded in my soul that no thief can steal and destroy - they can't choose
I didn't lost myself - I learned
I learned, thus I changed - it turned,
I changed, hence I improved
I improved, yet still rooted in my values - approved!
Forever a poet
Words - my healing amulet
My roots are metaphors and rhymes as it's best
Mind is an Eden of poetry even when at rest
BINABASA MO ANG
𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
PoetryThoughts that form poetry. A collection of my soul's wonderings. Free to DM me for dedications.
