𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬: "A Cavity Hidden" by Isela Pabunan

Published by Mea Nicole Osias

Date Published: April 13, 2023

Time Published: 1:48 PM

Classification: Poetry

Theme: Longing for desertion and death

I wish to walk in a prairie,

One last time—

Where the path will fade,

As I mindlessly saunter towards a certain scene.

I want to be lost in the breeze,

I want to be covered with every bluestem.

If it all meant fading,

Then I'd be glad to drift away.

I'm still in the state where I dwell on

The purpose of life and the motive of living;

Flounders and decisions,

And soon the suffering and burning,

In the arms of my own

Knowing that I'll be limping alone to nowhere but my abyss.

The hole I dug,

As chasmic as every gash and stab,

Or maybe as fathomless as the skepticism

That stood in front of me,

Continues to threaten my fall

To which I know I’ll never get to catch myself—

Hence, lamented.

The burrow I only minded when I find myself lost to a destination;

Gluing my eyes to nothing but the path,

Instead of the direction leading me elsewhere.

My feet continued to stride,

My vision oblivious of every stone and rock that punctured my skin,

Knowing soon I’ll reach the end.

Regardless of the agony—

Regardless of every injury.

Now I’ve reached the bay

Instead of the grave,

Where I had wished to forsake the existence that lived within.

I let the waves wash away

The remnants of every direction,

To the predicament

Lead by my own.