Dark Season Poem by diana rose tolentino

Staring at a wide horizon
Gazing at endless garden of thorns
Pricks and sickles, slash and wounds
Blood coated feet remain unmoved.

Cuts and bruises of wounded heart
poison memories start to fall apart.
Uncharted oceans of muddled water
Overflowing emptiness when feelings waver.

Slaps or kisses of sand and waves,
Who can say what will ever prevails?
Symphonies and melodies, strum of the wind
Requiem for every beat of the heart in need.