JOSE GERVIC LABE, JR.
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Beneath The Forlorn Sky
I slowly walk down the strand
I gaze at how each wave hits the slumbered sand
It seems as furious as what I've been
My heart, in utmost pain, seems pressed and pinned.
Every step I take leaves a transient trace
My footprints in waves are swiftly effaced.
A sign of my misery and hapless gain
I seem to be clasped in life's choking chains.
My detestation grows deeper and deeper
My dreams are starting to shatter
I am trapped amidst a trenchant snare
These life trials I can no longer fare.
I'd rather be blind; this I'd rather long
Or lost my hearing to a griefful song.
I will no longer feel the utmost ruth
And rather be deft to a painful truth.
The strength that I needed is beyond my reach
A life of fortune? An eternal beseech
Where will this torrent drift me by?
Will I still suffer until the day I die?
On this thorny path, will I forever trod?
In life's misfortune, will I continuously plod?
Beneath these forlorn, forsaken skies
Does hope await? What future lies?
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