With skinned knee
and a little panting.
The pursuers are gone!
There is freedom
to roam around and retrace
the ambition-laden place.
With a sack in his hand
the man keeps walking.
There were bright lights, he saw
As bright as a newly found feat!
But o, so blinding!
Pretty lights bedazzling
Burning lights burning
his struggling, hopeless dream.
His throat dry
and his stomach growling.
The patrols are lost!
And alone he looks
- breaking his neck and jaws -
up to the skyscraper's roof.
With a sack in his hand
the man keeps looking.
There were big diners, he saw
As big as his hungered life's work!
but o, constantly mocking!
Scrumptious meals inviting
Fragrant flavors conquering
his tired, defenseless dream.
A lone man
with a torn, empty sack
stood there crying.
BINABASA MO ANG
Art for Heartaches (Poems)
PoesíaWhen we feel too much, we rhyme. | Poems in Filipino and English. Collection.
