Stuart Mill's Whisper In The Cold Wind Of Tagaytay Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

(Utilitarian Poem)

Avaunt fears that keep on stalking me,
creeping under my bed as I think
of the horror of yesterday!

The cold wind from Taal Lake
that passes through the sweet scent of pines
of the chilling City of Tagaytay
keeps on bringing the guilt of selfish desires.

I have wept and mourned over them
under my thin blue blanket
as I try to conceal my wailing and cries
with my consoling pillows.

Did I push my self too much,
to be treated like the demon
that I use to hide in the dark confinement of my soul?
The whisper of John Stuart Mill,
in the wind of the cold night,
speaks so loud of the mesmeric morality:
'don't mind the pain that your plans will cause you,
think of how the people you love will move on and grow! '

I'll let them borrow the warm of my pillow and blankets
as I shiver in the cold wind of Tagaytay.
I'll let them use the medicine for colds and cough
that I bought for myself
for them to avoid the sickness that now I have.

I just don't want to be bothered again
by the stories of the cold wind
therefore, I'll be more selfless now.

I'll prioritize their happiness of them now.
I'll be mindful of my thoughts and actions
so as not to cause trouble for anyone.