The Aftermath Of Nle Poem by Marie Joyce B. Negapatan

The battle has finally ended...
Leaving a thousand casualties...
All wounded and exhausted...
Still breathing...
Perhaps surviving...
After months of sweat and blood...

Moans and cries from the pessimists...
And faint cries of glee from the hopefuls...
Who among will rise from the dirt...
And who will remain slumped in the cold?

Trapped in this oblivion...
Only faith keeps them alive...
The lamp that holds life...
Of the sick and disabled...

Who will be the lucky one...
Bestowed of such honor...
To continue the legacy...
And will touch the lives...
Of the millions.

The waiting is indeed crucial...
As each tick takes one life after another...
And resuscitates one more...
But only those with a heart of a lion...
Will emerge as the winner...
And will rise above it all.