drunken swine
Looking for a place to rest
To find but only a troubled breast
So empty then can’t feel anything
While sight unto the air – broken wing
Against the un-will soul, in pain
The cry of the spirit beyond sane
Speak nay word to claim without fear
Though aware thy presence oh hear
The son- a breed of a half man
The more I can’t be in peace be calm
Hard time- the unfriendly truth
Prevailed face- the malice and its fruit
But time had to come otherwise
Death be the refuge of this swine chest
To haunt me no more with this lust
(Dumaguete City, Phil.2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem