Izobelle Pulgo

Rookie - 68 Points (Moalboal, Cebu)

This Life I Lied - Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

this is loneliness at its best. and its worst.

this is loneliness at 3am, all alone, all messed up, and cracked.
that kind of darkness when realizations overflow
and nothing seems brighter than knowing
you're all alone and sad.

it's that nonchalant glance
for a couple, for a friend, for a boy who never loved you back
for that unanswered question
with no answer and no end.

like a blue glass
that reflects the sky
infinite, great, and endless
yet everything comes down to why.
why is everything moving on
to the future from the present and soon gone
the usual scenario of being left behind
looking out to a reality that was never kind.

and now this loneliness that slowly eats me up inside
like a gnawing shadow that magnifies pain
it's at its best and its worst
makes me feel i'm still alive
reality being real,
living the life i lied.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 5, 2011


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