Thorns of Yesterday
Patrick M. Alfonzo
II- Dalton
By the eye of the swirling eddies,
I live.
By the power of hindrances,
I exist.
By the why's and where fore’s,
I never doubted.
All these, I faced
For my tasks to be accomplished.
Years have passed
And time has come,
I’ve read your letter
And visualized your cries.
In course of time,
You were alone,
Seeking for help
But nobody listened.
You are there
And I am here,
Thinking about how much
I miss you.
Thinking about how fool I am
When I departed you.
Thinking how I will appreciate
The time we should have spent together.
By the time this letter
Reached you,
I might be
In the other world.
I might be
Near the throne of Grace.
I might be dead.
My dear,
For my last few words,
Let me offer you my soul.
‘til my very last breath,
I never looked back.
I was never put into temptation,
Temptation, that might create
A rope of sand.
Accept my biggest ‘thank you’,
And feel my wholehearted ‘I love you’.
The Sanctuary I Yearn
By: Carla Mae B. del Rosario
II-Dalton
Remembering how fast life passed
Since the days of our youth and innocence
Until we were wedded and became unchaste
Everything was wholly about you and me.
We may not like the idea at all
But everything fell in place
Without exchanging of words we survived
Without the love you started to cry.
Knowing that this is the life meant for me
I agreed and went afar
Leaving you gloomy and anxious
Doubting and without serenity.
Waiting for the time I can you my love
Being with you and nobody else
Filling all the time we wasted
Of course! wishing for that moment to come.
Lonely nights of boredom in this distant land
Staring blankly in the sky just thinking of you
Wondering what miracles life can offer
Perhaps, bring me closer into you.
I do not express my love the way you want me to
But trust me, everything was all for you
It may cause you cries and pains
But promise, it will all start to change.
As I come home from this tiring place
Wait for me if you must really care
Because I know that there’s still a spot in your heart
The spot of which I can call-my sanctuary.
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TO MY WIFE
by Julianne S. Cabodil
I lay upon the dirt
gasping for clean air.
Tears stung my eyes
with a strong force.
An uncontrollable sensation.
It was because
of our reminisced memories,
our remembered times.
It was beautifully painful,
my darling.
It touched me how much
you remembered those things.
But all the while,
hurting me.
I left you alone,
causing you to feel
loneliness
and pain.
I apologize.
My wife,
you may wonder
how my life is.
Everything seems so ridiculous.
This place is full of swindlers.
One tricked me
into selling the antique gold watch
your father gave me.
But do not worry,
I am safe.
Though,
not quite sure if I'd
be able to go home soon.
It is dangerous to go out
and travel.
I'm staying until the
road is safe again to
journey in.
My wife,
I ask you to be patient.
Just like I was when we were
first married.
I am coming back
for you.
For now,
a simple request.
Look after my heart,
my love,
for I've left it with you.
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