+ Disease And Poverty Poem by Jordan Legaspi

disease and poverty


Every time I saw him
I have this guilt feeling
From the complaining
Of my life, again and again

What can I do?
I can’t turn back the time
And change, redirect me
Away from the fate’s crime

The 24 hours or more
Of heavy toil
In sweat and blood and all
The fatigue and torture

Where can I go?
This is the only place
The home I thought I would grow
But premature it seems

The seven days and more
A tormenting machine
Designed to provide order
The demand between heart and mind

How would I know its depth?
That everything is laid
According to its individual’s dept
And it has to be paid

What the noise with in?
Is but the noise within
Brought to my senses
My anxiety, weariness and pain