Poem by Francis Morilao
Left at the open, empty mind;
Teary eyes, finding a place to hide.
First step is hard, moving the next path;
Memories of the past, good things turned bad.
Feelings restored, that forgotten word;
Can't even recall, totally lost control.
Even in my dreams, it's absence felt;
Cannot escape, cannot pretend.
Forgotten word, color fades;
Music of laughter, never heard.
Staring at the moon, sadness fills the room;
Darkness corrupts the eyes, slowly controlled the mind.
Tomorrow maybe a new day, new day to stay.
