Norman Santos

(Nov.19,1990 / Philippines)

What Is Dead


All that I’ve written, all that I’ve said
was usurped in your nonchalance
and while the pen suffocates from my grievance
and the page bleeds for my hopes
here is my soul, trapped in the limbo
of my written qualms and sentiments
all for your fastidious attention
delicately neglected on its deathbed
So don’t feel slighted now that you’ve awaken
to the loud sirens of my coalescence
I have not spoken, I kept my eyes closed
and time won’t bring back what is dead.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 01, 2013

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