Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan Poems

</>History is but a story
of the past
great leaders of the past
great empires of the past
...

Fingerprints of light-year-distant stars
fixed and scattered
hunging a part in the mirrored hole
in cavernous darkness
...

I
might
recall
all cluster
...

I am expected to
act perfectly

in the world
...

Watch out!

I can't control
my mind
...

Bed 01 r00m 205 dorm 3
Milton hills subdivision

My body is aching
...

Sun bidding
goodbye

hissing wind
...

There's no such time
as silent hour
seems echoes
from hills
...

Too much sacrifice
marks brain damage
but
without single sacrifice
...

I stare
nothing but the sea
mind of mine
screaming
...