Norman Santos

(Nov.19,1990 / Philippines)

Despondent For Vindication


Stifle my insides
smothered with sunsets,
quell this uregency
to forget Stifle my insides
smothered with sunsets,
quell this urgency
to forget

Raise a saber
or rest a gauntlet –
no matter
we’ll yield a different
shade of bereft

And if you shall undo me,
undo me in memory
and I shall undo you
in my hopes
eventually
(hopefully)

How fun it is
burning a city
of rueful tombstones
and demented sentries?

Not as fun
as dancing alone
in a mausoleum
of memories

I strive to destroy
the beauty in destruction
and in the ashes
fumble for
a perhapless
vindication

Submitted: Monday, August 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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