PART TWO
Eyes ablazed with unhinged desire to rise above the expectations written in blood of the origins over the skin of the earth, look ahead to register versions of reality reeling before them. But the truth is heavy, and their knees buckle trying to carry it until they reach the end of the tunnel.
And it's empty. Nothingness spreads in the other side. All along, all there was waiting for the triumphant is just a mere crippling void where all dreams go to die. Bones of the forgotten lie scattered above the cold ground because the earth was not thrilled to swallow failures. The critters walk past the decaying and rotten flesh of disappointments.
All the competitions, getting ahead by burning bridges, fighting to the death to get the upper hand and all the bloodlust will all become a bitter memory once the reality settles in, that in the end, no crown besmeared in the blood of the millions of hopeful men will make you a king when there is no longer a kingdom to rule.
BINABASA MO ANG
When You Left
Poetry"when you left, every part, every breath every heart beat of your body slowly became requisite parts of my poetry." a collection of free-verse poems.
