The promises of magic early mornings
Lounging on the empty town inside my head
Covered with grave dust and long sufferings
The dew drops singing lullaby with silent threat
Who erased the touch of smile on my face?
Flesh reality, the foolish inventor of misery
A lifelong paranoia marked me ablaze
Threading casually, venturing into profanity
My world desires to breathe the last air
Solemn, quiet and having doubts revolving
Why must I pace around the yellow ball of flare?
I want to be still, let the sun do the orbiting
A highly developed art of sighing the burdens away
Stumbling with forbidden emotions on a cliff
Hurling me off to jump while I stood on a sandy clay
Weakness found me but I always know how my boat manages to drift.
BINABASA MO ANG
Polaris
PoetryCollection of poems. [Poem] - A verbal composition designed to convey experiences, ideas, or emotions in a vivid and imaginative way, characterized by the use of language chosen for its sound and suggestive power and by the use of literary technique...
