Marites C. Cayetano Poems

I save a moth from a spider
Am I cruel?
was it your glory
to die in a spider's stomach?
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There you go again
peeping on me
did you miss me?
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No more tears flowing
with everyday killing
they become numb.
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No more wine to drink
and the clouds snatch the moon
the goddess of sleep still far
and the lonely soul is called to wander
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You see no hope
and dreams disappear
you can talk to no one
for no one will hear
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It's the end of the human race
when people are made into stone
no blood no flesh
no heart no mind
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