Nostagia Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Walking direction nay at all
Bear footed rocky ground felt
Passers just anybody will fall
Rise hero yet feeling blue

Hometown of a man was all gone
Morning wake anybody- no
Asleep in time alone things undone
Leaving answer the puzzle it do

Crawling to hide dusty mask
Wounded knees metallic breast
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost anybody blessed
Amen, thin dry and shy lips

Friendly flesh and bone
Dusts come to the morning sun
Burned not the life that faked it and frowned
Seeking spoon far and beyond

Running train punched anybody in
Ticket of time fare and foal to human
Heading to north south or west
But never to east awaits any rest

Home human tuned but old norm
Foundation aged if fought
To the wind it blew and flew
Stumbled and down the mans’ fault

Standing pause to collect
Pieces of time left behind
The reflection of unjust faith
Morrow will be different guilt

Laughter from the corners echoed
Welcome the foot without shoes
Traveled long days don’t know from
Rugged stories of mask and faces

Seating the pen of history
Worked for nothing but cursed
The refuge twig or a tree
And hang the forgotten family

neither doors nor window shout joy
Culture the blade cut he into pieces
without the reason of keeling the boy
Innocent and yet away from home