In Blur Poem by Precy Brozas Varilla

Mind’s somnolent, bones are weary
Yet slumber floats away like a rare luxury
Bonds of sadness I begged to free me
But bliss is just another ancient mystery.


I yearn for love but my heart has a sentry
I long for friendship but I despise company
I miss home but solitude is my loyal family
I wish to belong but myself is that somebody.


I loathe arrogance but I succumb not to humility
I hate the cynical but I couldn’t dodge hypocrisy
I contempt despair but I find refuge in melancholy
I scorn void of confidence, I see not my own beauty.


I revolt against exploit but I’m shrouded with cruelty
I demand peace but I couldn’t even halt an atrocity
I cry for the unborn but I have lost faith in humanity
In my head, dreams sparkle; its dreadful dark in reality.