Layout by: Heleena Aira
Published by: Kristine Joyce Soriano
Date Published: March 25, 2025
Time Published: 9:38 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Isolation amid every life's struggles and doubts about the possibility of hope.
Crows howl, oh! how they shawl,
Dark gloom, from trees that stoop and sprawl.
A loon on tracks, lifeless on cracks,
Cobbled stone, unfold battered pasts.
Solus straddle, apprehended, lone to the head,
Underneath what was deemed fortune's end.
Solus, never unscathed from deed,
Every scar, a mirror of pasts decreed.
Crippling lights, never have shown,
Vast trees enveloped the unknown.
Mind adrift, defied from easeβ
How does one endureβlet alone please?
Led from cracks, turned turmoilβs lads,
Lone to the wolves, black dogs are clad.
Crowd dead, never did they leave;
Flee from the sea, but oceans once end.
Parallels, differing passage led to another,
Fallen strikes mar the fighterβs creed.
βCause never, never once did I hear,
Fathom the disciple, "You're a light I cannot cede."
Engulfed by depths in quenched enlightenment.
Envisioned the sacredβwhat has happened?
A flickering flame, a vow to part,
A solitary soul drowned in thwart.
I sank beneath the murmurs of the night,
Shadows whispered, "Surrender the fight."
Lost in the chorus of despair's decree,
Igniting obscurity veered my sea.
Must you forbid once longed dream?
Must my path lead to the start as it did?
Must what pass lead to the fault in every start?
Must every deed forbid a wanted life long-lived?
Have the shadows cast their final flee?
Have they plunged depths unseen from eyes?
Left inside, caged from the light once freeβ
Am I but a ghost in life's fleeting guise?
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