Daydream Poem by Marie Joyce B. Negapatan

I am sitting under this shady tree
As the world revolves without me
No one dares to look at me
This shadow invisible under the tree

Like a ghost watching a black and white T.V show
And sounds muted of life’s unwanted voice
With only my soul to smile on this friendly sorrow
Together we fade along the static images of this living mort

Oh, it feels like home to be alone
Under the caress of life’s cruel hands
And this immense feeling of so much ache
Takes me away to a blissful hell

And there’ll be no escape
Seeing angels without any faces
Flying along the realms of this illusion
As my soul floats along the vacuities of forever

This vaguest feeling of being unknown
Crawling along the hidden corners of this universe
Waking me up after a deafening explosion
Now I’m back again under the tree’s shadow.