Late For Reality Poem by Princess Bernadette Anillo

The clock struck at noon and I was still in bed
I have rotten in these sheets of sweat and heat
i can't break the silence of what was never said
For I'm late from what is real and ended defeated

Road is ending u-turn but the stop turned green
I'm disabling the rules for what it never seems
The gray road of unending fantasies remained
But I was stuck in the traffic of reality detained

The gore of what was silent and the elegance of wild
The mystery of the truth and the maturity of a child
The smiles of a frown and the sorrows of a laugh
The world was never empty nor it was enough

The siesta of the sunshine is drying up my bloodstreams
The faith of whom forgotten is filling up what's lost
I'm stuck here inside but I have more to go
When I know that I'm not late, and I know what time costs