Kwento ng Manunulat (Poetry Collections)

Tula 61: I'm a Home not a House

I meet an orphan,
in the world of pseudo
full of sugarcoated lies,
I became an orphan home
when the orphan lost in the lane
but the year's passed by,
The orphan decided to leave and search another destination,
The home turn into house
drown by the questions, why?
Why the orphan runaway?
Why the orphan choose the bay?
The tick of the time run so fast.
I think this was the last.
About locking the house from the past—Being in the black cast.
Finally the house gained the courage to unlock.
And removed those blocks.
The house end now the pact—called the mask of act.
The cold breeze embraced whole-heartedly the house.
Brought by the mysterious night.
And now the house enjoying the companion of cold breeze.
Strange to said but the house started to be home again.
As well cold breeze started to fade.
Because I'm a home not a house will be the cure of cold breeze.