Friend, ask and be kind,
How many times in wishing Does dying come to mind? Once, in the morning; Twice, in the afternoon; Thrice, in the evening... When eyes open to seek death; when the throat quenches not for breath; When walking to be ran over. How family deceives, Gives hope and courage But knows naught the way. In crowds, I hurt Wounding stares And judgments. Yet loneliness 'Tis far a heart's Pain excruciating. Where then to go, In cold embraces Of filial ties? But my heart Feels all the lies Like leaches sucking life. My confusion, my pain Brings forth an answer That I've always prayed. Please death come I wait for you Every single day.
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Rhodaviv Villarosa AvilaThe author of this blog is currently an English and Literature College Instructor in Camarines Norte State College, Daet in the tropical paradise, the Philippine archipelago. Archives
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