As I wake up,
I smelled the petrichor,
even from the highest point of castle.
I don't remember whom I'm waking for–
then I saw the face of my li'l Russel.
Russel,
my li'l knight in rusty armor,
fights all my demons
and shadows
and fears.
My li'l Russel fights with a li'l humor–
his li'l laughter that only me can hear.
But comes the thunders
and lightnings
and blues
that buried all my li'l Russel's travails.
I'm drowned
and shackled in tenebrous hues
Ah, I remembered–
heroes are just tales.
I wreathed against this fate but comes the fall;
I don't remember waking up at all.
BINABASA MO ANG
Snowdrops of Poetry
Poetry"maybe later, or much more later, the moon will finally give you the right to be with them once more, just like before." - The Stars are Winking at You Tonight this is my poetry.
