***** Catching The Dawn From The Island Of Abandon Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

I've been existing in the island beyond my grasp
either to live more or to abandon.........

and while doing self-search for the '' inner - me ''
while finding walls even for an ephemeral happiness
while seeking for an arm to whom I can caress
and looking for a pillar to where I can build up self-erected confidence

unmindful, the more I've been longing for something in significance
I blindly left behind my chief definite aim, my visions, my dreams

I 've learned in the island since birth that every mortal will perish
the neglected and those with inherited prosperity
the oppressed and those with promising youthful years ahead
the deserted and those who dies in prestige

I've confirmed, everybody will go on the same stream
in the so - called passage way of life
Birth, Life, Death
exept those aborted fetus, the miscarriage one
lucky enough to escape the mundane universal struggle

These are all perishable materialism revelations
the point of this poem is out there
beyond the earthly scares that eventually vanish forever
beyond the shattered realms where distress of emptiness
incites no more in seeking mind
beyond the silent forest where teary eyes no longer weep
at the terrible coldness of the night
beyond the ferocious winds in the jungle of wilderness
that swift my feet from place to place
beyond the tragic island of this cursed mankind
gradually I am about to abandon..........

while catching the immortal life
from the nearly descending dawn of salvation

Creator, please, secure me more
security of my soul!