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Mortal love
August 18, 2008Death’s Valentine
the dance
I faced you with uncertainty
My heart throbbed furiously
Against its cage of bones
As I lay in bed at night, alone
With thoughts on mortality
Trying to get the better of me
Till the gloomy morning came
Along with my day of reckoning.
the morning after
Emerging from the narcotic
Fog, my mind a mesh of tics
My body a bundle of exposed
Nerves that sang like crows
At every turn in this sick-bed,
You billowed over my head
Like dark ribbons of smoke
That permeated my very soul.
the daze
You called on me tentatively,
Your voice sibilant and raspy,
As I went through the motions
Of my life, not feeling emotions
People said I needed to feel
To feel alive and to feel real,
No matter how I feel contrary
To my new perceived reality.
manila, 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman
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