It's here again
It came for me, as it always does
After weeks of feeling alive
It demands that I live like the dead again
Shutting out everything
Refusing to acknowledge anything not It
And for the hundredth time
I wonder if I am this, the me with it
Or if that is me, the me without it
Perhaps it is me
Maybe I am both that and this
I don't want it
BINABASA MO ANG
Words We Cannot Say
PoetryWords We Cannot Say is a collection of short poems I wrote about life, love, grief, cynicism, family, faith & friendship. These words are born from personal experiences & my observation of others. One of my favorite thing about poetry is we can make...
