Evening Unknown Poem by Marx Lenn Mendoza

In the moon
under the midnight of the fallen creep
i have been unknown

With the air
i see sorrows of past that unfurl
'till my light unseen

Shadows crawl
of begotten paramount imagery
we see all ways

But the conceal truth
that i may not pass to deny itself
is trembled anyway

All indespensable task
that tears have trite duly, rescinded
all went away to nothing

Seeing what's been revealed
undone for what is worthy
but the life i gave out seems the last breath that could hover your heart

with all the strength...i was nothing

nothing...
gone...
loose...
untight...

deeply sober tasks of unsavory truth!