Solitude* Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

Like a flame burning alone
It lightens up but not all the corners of the room
Not enough to erase the blackness

These bouts of melancholy
Scratching my arteries
I feel like no one on earth knows the depth of the heart’s dented mystery

The scar in my chest
Burning with pain
Especially this time of cold night and long darkness

The itch at my back
I cannot reach to scratch
Only your fingernails can relieve with love

Alone
In this isolated sadness
It is terrible to be at the bottom of a black pit of loneliness

Your love I long
When we’ll reconnect, embracing the joy and sacredness
That time I’ll be forever thankful

Fill me; saturate me with you light,
It’s your flame than can make me feel satisfied,
with inundated joy… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh