Pete Zaesar Galula

Rookie (september 17,1986 / Initao, mIsamis orriental)

Door Step - Poem by Pete Zaesar Galula

I stand at your doorstep
With a dead flower in my left hand
As i start to drawl
The red clouds roll
Telling us
It may drizzle

I can only hear you
You drivel, twaddling until
You left me picking up
the missing pieces
of this dismantled, mangled
involuntary muscle

Your naked eye never saw
this stupendous beating
A subtle feeling
Where only a helpless finch
knows the direful melody

Here i wait at your doorstep
I just came from the bedlam
There, my heart was-
in belligerence
Never raising the stained white flag
until i find myself
in an inevitable lamentation

Here i stand at your doorstep
Saving every hope that dangles from your knob
Believing in its power
Living in this grim moment
For the day may come
when i stand at your doorstep
you'll open the gates for me
unlocking that door for eternity

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 24, 2011


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