They have grown wings
and made themselves seraphs
in their own ephemeral heaven,
built castles for themselves from my sand dunes.
All I can do is watch--
I have buried this burden called hope.
I await the rain if she would be merciful
to grow my seeds of refuge.
Until then, my smiles will waver,
and my words--
numb.
BINABASA MO ANG
Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
