Shall I start with a sweet hello
or with a deep sigh?
It’s been a while since I tickled you,
with the tip of this ancient pen.
May it be better to start,
by saying how are you?
or shall I ask myself,
How’s my own life?
I’ve written my life,
it has ups and downs.
In the journey of nowhere,
there are curves and straight lines.
Pages are chapters,
Pens are writers,
I am the author,
Where must I go?
Am I half way there,
or just started the beginning?
Is the last page an ending,
or a sweet sign of a new book?
At some point,
I pause and exclaim,
question and stop!
Sometimes I think,
Is it worth to write?
YOU ARE READING
TINGOG!
PoetryTINGOG is a bisaya language which means VOICE. I made this to create a compilation of my poems not just to express my thoughts but also to inspire others especially those who are rowing the same boat with me. This is not yet a product of a great a...
