This pandemic, is, soul crushing, and
Brainly draining,
That feeling, when you are sitting,
Day by day,
That feelimg, when you are sleeping,
Hours by hours,
Life inside the jailed-home,
Without sense of purpose, will, make,
The people sleep into a casket, and hug,
Grim forever.
Through, this time,
My soul hands me a prayer book
And beads of rosary,
Leading to a prayer,
Day by day, I went back into praying.
This pandemic, is a sign, how much
Faith, do we stock in our souls
How our faith can survive the sedentary,
Spirit-crushing momentum, when, you,
Have no places to go, nothing, but a jailed-home,
Faith, amidst the pandemic,
Faith, even if the boat is sinking,
Faith, will give us direction,
A direction, that, is clear
That there is always a joy, after this
World's depression.
BINABASA MO ANG
MP LIGHTS: 143
Poesia-Hugot? Sad? Poem lover? -This book is a collection of random poems. Free verse by nature with some traditional patterns. -Minsan kase mapapatigil ka nalang... Hanggang sa itatanong mo nalang sa mga bituin kung lahat ba ng ito ay isang panaginip?
