There comes a time in each of our lives
wherein we lose track of ourselves, and lose sight of our rails.
Where the illuminated road that always seemed to be there, suddenly lost its light, and with it, our senses that come to a halt.
The senses that gave us our How's and Why's, the force that drives us to get back up every time we fall down, the feeling that makes us see the light in a pitch black void.
The eventual flame that was so overwhelming at one point,now seems nothing but a scant flickerdrowning in a sea of gloom.
An everlasting ember that will continue to burndespite all the pouring setbacks,‘till we pave our way to a new set of tracks.
Kuya Nick, such a great free verse..: 10++++ but I can no longer rate since the other day hehehe😅😅😅
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A refined poetic imagination, Nick Joaquin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.