Published by: Lean Miguel Tizon
Date Published: April 16, 2024
Time Published: 1:50 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: A retrospective on refusing to let go of the past.
I walk through an unending drawl of creaking wood,
Walls plastered with synthetic hues of Magenta,
My lungs heave as I could only smell ashed firewood,
Still I trudge on with splintered feet, steps, oh so gentle.
I am a nomad in a dying Sahara,
Envowed to a pilgrimage towards the mourning star,
To worship in a temple that has burnt down,
To lay my soul once more in tattered shepherd's gown.
This world is empty. You have ceased and I persist,
Still I salvage much of the embers from the faded,
This splintered sinner seeks salvagation in stasis,
In scriptures of worship I can no longer read.
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