turn my tears into a language
that can be interpreted
please, hear my groaning and sighs
answer my tears as if they are words
that can only be heard by you
my soul cries out to my maker
breathe life into me
and raise me from this grave
see my efforts, see my pain
see my sorrow, see my thirst
i walk through the fire
to reach you, to hear you
my skin burns, my lungs hurt
but all I need is one touch
from your spirit
i'll keep crying
i'll turn my bed into a pool of tears
until you answer me
until you bring me through this
my spirit is willing but my flesh is weak
oh, but will push my feet forward
that i'll stumble no more
that i won't stay down when i fall?
i'll keep trying
until i see the fruit of my labour
because i can't breathe without you
and though i suffer
though i am the serpent's prey
of unwarranted abuse and injustice
i refuse to die a victim
may I come forth as gold
may I come forth a victor
may I come forth living
even if i'm barely breathing
i've lost everything
what more do I have?
only my soul
and that, i can't lose
i've been stripped of everything
left with only one thing to protect
and i refuse to lose this
if i must suffer alone, may it be so
if i must lose more, may it be so
but i'll come out alive
and maybe then, i'd find joy
in this loneliness and sorrow
maybe then it'd have purpose
BINABASA MO ANG
Deep Within My Soul
Poetry"Perhaps that's why I don't care greatly for revenge; a man's guilty conscious is a plate served by and to himself and no one can serve it better than him." A collection of introspective short stories and poetry.
