he loves coffee more than tea,
the bitter taste of copper seas,
crashed against his jagged teeth,
burns his throat, calm his pleas
he sees planets more than stars,
bullet holes, spherical scars,
dots his skin, his every inch,
a universe he keeps within
he breathes ashes more than air,
wisps of smoke of pure despair,
fills his hollow, sorrowful heart,
as he picks them up, shard by shard
and he'll just say that it's the way,
the world leaves its people in dismay,
time and time, he saw them go,
maybe it's time too that he follows
BINABASA MO ANG
The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
PoetrySo Aden, for those who didn't know him, loved poetry. He was the one to get me into it. The first poem I ever wrote was for him, about him. This is something I meant to do a while ago but I kept avoiding painful memories. This is a poetry contest of...
