Poem: Alone in the dark



I was tired and sleepy.
The room was dark.
Every corner was quiet.
The window was half open.
The air softly whispers as I tried to rest my tired body.
No one is around.
It’s just me and my radio.
The music was feeding my soul as I closed my eyes.
I felt the warmth of the sun as it envelops the whole city.
I ate at no time.
No one asks if had eaten or not.
No one asks if I’m okay.
Yeah, this is how to be an orphan.
I live at my own discretion.
I travel without getting any permission from no one.
I am facing all the pain and sorrow alone and embracing the fact that my mom was gone.
All I have was her.
But she left me.
No one is here for me.
For the past few weeks I have Cain with me.
He’s so lovable.
He’s cute and adorable.
But he also left me. He died.
His death was very painful.
My tears fell while I am in the middle of the sea.
Tears ran down to my cheeks.
I was speechless.
Cain was gone.
He was the one who waited for me when I left for work.
Now he’s gone.
My inspiration was gone again.
It seems to be that no one is destined to be with me.
I opt not to be emotionally attached to anybody because eventually they’ll leave me.
I'm so negative many had said. But I can't help it.

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