17: 45 - Poem by Liyo Denorte
it’s been a rainy day.
the campus is filled with students taking refuge under tambayan's shelter.
some were chatting, lots gone into a deep oblivion,
while here i am,
pleading to the rain to wash off my deep sadness.
it seems everything turns into fog.
so blurred and so murky.
i sipped hot choco with russ
eating something while chai taking coffee by the steps
i took two brownies in the canteen in a five finger discount
still i hunger for something i can't grasp
i just feel so sad.
badly miss nikko.
i saw him earlier
walking by the alley.
having fast paced step, drenched then gone by the corner.
my eyes darting on the same point
i wish i could run myself dry
search for him
and be closer to him
yet my feet are plastered to where i am sitting.
to a place i feel secure, yet-
to a place of being uncertain
started to haunt me
and it bleeds me not to see him again that day on
dusk is coming
from translucent to opaque tones
everything passed me by.
but not the feeling.
minutes gone to hours
we secluded ourselves at e-bay
their coffee sucks compared to bo's
i even sip it without cream and sugar
and so am i
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