Treasure Island

rommelmarkmarchan beyond poetica

(1979 - / pilipinas -dubai)

Read This as You Closed Your Eyes


Every Sean's birthday, I am far away
Every wedding anniversary, I am far away

In your special day, I am far away

When shall this nostalgic feelings
be shortened from seemingly eternity...........

In my birthday, and it's today, you are far away
in my cold damned nights, you are far away

in matrimonial pillow, we're both far away

when shall this agony
put into an end from seemingly eternity.............

but today
come to me

read this epistle literally
with my arms tightly hold you up
in the darkness both of us can see
coiled with longing embrace
since I have been transported

yet in a crowded high-end desert

Submitted: Monday, December 10, 2012
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