The breathless whisper of your single verse
Fell upon ears that were deaf to the rhymes you tuned.
The memory of your tenderness
Reignited the burning anguish to the deepest wounds
Of people to whom you’re cherished, to people you valued.
That ember in your eyes laced with unspoken pain,
How cruel life has been
To such a brave and unselfish soul!
Many a callous night to deny you rest given the heavy rain;
To the heart’s depth no one can conceive.
Lashes of cruel fate you did take
Sans reservations for your blood’s sake.
The last single strand of vanity you gave away.
Forsook your own shame, yet
In your blood’s blood but not yours, you’re just a game.
In the night’s silence your cries remained unheard.
You wished to keep quiet, but in the mewing herd
Your tears glistened and got blown
Away to places so far and hostile. Then to meander
To lands where souls receptive to your sad plight grieve.
A drop of tear and somebody else’s world went to shatters.
Hence, a vow to pick your crown from the gutters
And, as you wished, divide it to pieces.
Though your sword you hid to the remotest of places
Then it shall be retrieved and used to give you justice.
Sikatuna Village
100409
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