Verse - 8 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Verse - 8

Give me a Chance to sing out my Days
Then by the Next Few Hours I shall be well again
Counting over my Memories' Tune
Which stood by me all Afternoon.

Who am I to Teach what I feel
When the very thing I felt threatens my own Serene Dominion?

It is not for me to say whether this World comes and goes
Or whether it shakes or flows

But to the One who made it - the Almighty - well,
All Praise and Glory to Him!

Yet still I really wish to be well again
Not from the Forty-Thousand Fevers
Which I have just consumed - Oh no,

The Emptiness...The Sullenness...

The very Death which is constantly gnawing
The very Heart of me,
Chewing my own Sanity bit by bit
And I couldn't wish for anything more
Than for me to be well again

More than those Pills I took, or the Shots I Endured,
I would only Pray that God would heal me with His Hand
To be well again.

Sunday, August 30, 2015
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Xavier Mandreza

Xavier Mandreza

Makati City, Philippines
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