A FACE WITH NO FACE
For the nth time, she doubted herself,
Is this how she’ll carry out her life?
Stealing books from someone’s shelf,
Knowing that this will make her (just) survive?
She only meant to steal to become of her, yet
Becoming her leads to become of another her.
Like how countless the books she did get
It is as it is, she made countless of character.
She felt the unknown fear as she face the mirror,
Tracing the nonentity reflection of hers
Glad she is for the bitter-truth and terror
As she finally see the face with no face of hers.
BINABASA MO ANG
Love For Poetry
PoetryMidnight thoughts. Poetic skills occurred during boredom. Feelings flow out along the pen and hands. Enigmatic imagination of unforeseen scene. Love of peotry has always inside the man. It only awaits for the push and muse to let it all out.
