Everyone hears a calling,
But not everyone listens,
A voice, so strong but calming,
As the fog around you thickens,
Many choose to ignore it,
And listen to ramblings all day,
The few, they follow and find it,
And the rest are led astray,
The few who follow blindly,
Cannot tell the calling from bait,
It is then their efforts, folly,
Thy souls locked in a fiery gate,
The few whose hearts are guided,
Find happiness, peace, and light,
Give sight to all the blinded,
Bring end to thy darkest night.
BINABASA MO ANG
My Little Black Book of Poems and Stories
SonstigesAs an aspiring writer, I sometimes have what I like to call, 'brain farts'. Some of them come at me at the perfect time, some just happen while I'm in the middle of doing something. Nevertheless, the result is me writing it down and making a literar...
