Crazy Situation 'what A Day! ? , Sometimes.' Poem by Didith Marcelo

Sitting on the bench, alone.
Gazing, observing children are playing,
Sigh under the heat of the sun.
Sight sometimes is beyond.
Feeling the air, wrapping everywhere.
A rolling rays shook my skin,
A definite feeling, desiring, longing
to a place so-called my home.

Time to leave, someone is calling,
I saw children are shouting for farewell,
Waving their hands, saying bye-bye.
Taking a footstep toward the front,
Looking below, seeing the ground.
Reaching the gate, heading to go out.
Heeding the time, so boring,
Sighing, countenance drop.
Big disappointment.

Turned ride, waiting to get there
to a place to settle, thinking,
The mind is arguing, composing words,
The tune of truth.
Rational, quite good, but it's not enough.
Following instructions are better.
Listening, nod, feeling slave,
No choice, knowing I am not in my territory.
Respecting, agreeing, tolerating no to speak
any words convincing to end the worst.