GO where i fall in midst of mist
of why TO be or not to be so many why why me
im in the PLACE of hundreds thousands lists twist to exist
in drowning mud of floating coffins im mad NO light i see
loved ones all gone im down so down and all i HAVE my fists
kissing my knees flaming-in-midst-of-i of fallen-i-in-mist dried-i go where: (I
26-Sep-09, 'Ondoy Struck The Philippines'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem