Treasure Island

Norman Santos

(Nov.19,1990 / Philippines)

Squandering Sunsets And Poetry

An enemy, a friend –
the sun gathering yellows
climbing up the horizon
in a taunting pace
and casting shadows
like mendacious gallows

And underneath, I,
a mortal with a vessel
full of souls
decay in my black nest,
never batting an eye,
never shifting bones
deadlock like ashes
buried in the flesh
of the inert earth

Nothing changes,
but day passes, on an on,
stropping different weathers
to wear out the mortal’s
dreams and shenanigans
amongst them, my own

What a waste of life!
I am a clock asunder
from the haunting note!
I am squandered poetry
written in shallow waters
and I drop to the ocean floor
with my enemy and friend –
the sun sets once more.

Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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