Treasure Island

Cyrus Diaz

(November 23,1989 / Lampanusan Kalilangan Bukidnon)


I can feel the power
Coming out, from my
Limbs, it guides my finger,
Pushed by my heart,
Processed, analyzed
By my head… I can
Feel it, the words,
The thoughts, the images,
Imaginary images
Though quite blurry,
Coming out from
My nowhere,
It’s uncontrollable,
I don’t know, I don’t
Know where it’s coming
From.. irresistible power
From the spirits?
From the angels?
From the omnipotent?
What? From what
Unseen beings?
What? What dominates
My head? What dominates my hand?
What dominates his soul? Is it Edgar?
Is it William? I don’t know, all I know
It continuously flow, that even when I sleep
It’s there, inviting me, in the closing of my eyes it is that I can see? What corrupted this mind? Who invites me to wake up at night to scribble, to write.. who? Is it you?

Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011
Edited: Monday, December 19, 2011

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