Begging Poem by Rizza F. Awayan

I was begging the stars one night
Talking to them as if they’ll hear me right
Wonder if they might talk back at me
I just keep my talking freely

One thing I ask for was a chance
To let the child come at a glance
I was just like a moron murmuring up there
Wishing the tiny flickers listening the matter

But I guess nobody hears my pleading
Albeit the shining and glittering thing
Perhaps my voice was not enough to hear
For them to hear and realize, nothing to bear

I guess I’m one whole unlucky person
When can I wake up for this reason
Maybe at the end of the day I will
That’s how stubborn I am to deal

The stars up there started to fade away
As the night became narrower, turning deeply
Same as my thoughts I know it will never be
Just sleeping the couch, in dream I pick up only


Composed November 13,2010