I had a dream that there would be a chaos,
People will keep running even there's nowhere to go.
Though it's dark but a vivid flood of a golden fire,
That can be seen on the ground like a snuffy magma.
The setting is dark it's in a familiar forest,
It was actually our playground when we were still kids,
The playground that's a witness of a limitless laughters,
Is now a playground that's a witness of our possible deaths.
Some people are running seeking for a refuge,
Looking for sanctuaries even salvation's not that huge.
The wrath of the world is now chasing us humans,
To make us feel the torment of an eternal fire.
While I was recalling my minds history,
I was reminded by the rooster's shouts "it's another day".
I've found my cognizance and concludes no need to dither,
'Cause it's just a dream like a heaven's reminder.
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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...
