A Faded Ego, A Little Prayer... Poem by Antonio Liao

lay in bed for a year,
finger nails cut and polish,
after a moment stay, is a home without bail

the door is open yet the swing
is rusty, many will come only few
has enter, find a pray that catches the sky
for the flame is over to stop

the halo tag no price, where the feet
stand there the hands wave, please do a
little whisper and I'll be free

a poem dedicated to the new saint…
" SAINT PEDRO CALUNGSOD"