Unsung
by Denzel Castillo
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| "The Sketch" by Victorio C. Edades |
Along
with the squall came hitherto; a man
Unscathed
from combat, unabashed by sorrow, dry by the rain
Make
no guess, for he is as brave as can be,
Or
at least on what and how the eyes can see.
You
see, behind the face lies yonder
The
remains; a corpse, cadaver
Of
a man who was once living
Yet
he speaks still, still he laughs
Still
can he smile, jokes he can utter
But
little did most know what he did mutter
To
and upon himself; the bleak, blank, hollow cadaver
Which
remains of his former self, if it did even matter.
For
it takes an ample amount of time
Patience
and the precision of a mime
For
two souls to intertwine and combine
Yet
for all it to be gone, takes only a step in a mine
"Fate,"
said he "is much more than hope and hoping
Harsher
than my neck on a rope swing
No,
what burns is that I am still holding
To
that one statement, your word, from which I am dying
Though
this, I see can be you lying, I am still waiting."
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