Thursday, July 14, 2016

Panatag



I lay down on the ocean bed
It was calm
It was rest
It was not

I surpassed the apostle's plea
Five times and more
I pleaded my cause
"Take this away"

I say pain
You say purification
I say repugnance
You say refinement

I cry, 'til when?'
You whisper, 'til always'

I, nothing to say



5/30/2016
3:40PM

No comments:

Post a Comment