The Last Prayer Poem by Sherwin Balbuena

Struggle is our twin

who treads with us,

our left hand

that breaks the cobwebs -

a hint that no one

has passed this narrow,

virgin path before us.



We have to offend

even the least of

creations that witnessed

our birth -

our ingratitude -

just to conquer

the peak of

the mountain of life.



Whilst we see

the signs of doom there,

we must pray

that He clothe them

with our skins,

so we alone can feel

the burning mulct

of our sins.