*the Testament Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

At the end of my road
where the glory of sun
shines no more
on my solitary bending path
of life
way back home
and the wind
I've chased in mountain dusk
that carries my dream
already far beyond
my grasp
loosen from my sight
invisible, and fading

and too weary to walk straight ahead
to keep on moving

and too hard to stand firmly
with my feet
too keep back fighting

too blurry to flash
mine eyes
just to retain seeing

but one thing
is so sure
in twilight zone of my life

as long as I can think
I will keep writing poems

God is good indeed for
He created POET

Glory be to Him
for being His humble pen