by Angelo Milan Galera (Lucban, Quezon, Philippines)
One cup of blood… Stabbed for several times Murdered by a wicked hand Veins were cut Am I trying to escape? Red liquid started to flow Dripping…on the floor Can anybody foresee where will I go from here? Can I run away from this catastrophic memory?No whisper. No resonance at all. One liter of tears… Sobbing for many days Tears gushed. Am I not yet tired? Crying for this silly heart Screaming for my throbbing past People try to weep the tears on my eyes Saying I’m not yet going to die Why am I wasting my time for this obsession? If there still a shoulder to lean on. A single whisper meddles. For a pinch of love… This craze will not be the reason to breathe your last breath A crazy stuff A squander Let us be true to ourselves Will you ravage your life for him? Countless voices filled the room. “Take away the knife on your handWail the tears on your faceAre you insane?Give your life a chance to love again!”
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