Reprise Poem by Atty. Catherine SisonPariño

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It's taking its tool...
Why does it have to be me?
I seem to be in an ennui,
Getting caught and trapped
The straws I grab still breaks. And
there I am
At another losing end. It happens
all the time
The wound leaves its cicatrix. I
could not just put a square peg in a
round hole.
It's a haunting thought..
A spectre that shadows the very
principle of things,
This is a mere fact that only my
being
Knows the very root. I see...I
hope...
And fail. You can't have it if not
meant.
I could always feign. Yes but
It's my very mind that suffers the
anguish
And the damnation of reality..
The Savage Reality!
It's my very soul that perceives the
pangs
of the consequences
It's a matter of choice but
Which is the lesser evil?
If I speak, I'm condemned.
If I stay silent, I'm damned
The sound of silence is a bow..
The jagged bow that pierces
The deepest recesses of my soul..
Embedded in my system!
The blood oozes and floods
Drowning the tears
That never manifest.
The spell lingers,
And being free from its confining
clutches
Is an elusive thought. Yet, let this be
A weapon, adding strength to the
force.
Let the silence be transcending.
Let the silence be a cry for help..
Let the silence be a refuge...
-A prayer!

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