"A Dead Poet's Anguish"

"A Dead Poet's Anguish"

By:

Virgilio F. De leon Jr.

I

The death of my heart,

The death of my soul,

has left me broken  , old and cold.

I see.

I hear.

but yet I do not feel,

The madness of joy

or the numb

Inescapable insanity of a delirious boy.

II

Ah, speak to me.

drive away this sheet of despair.

let me feel that you truly care.

Scream! I want to utter that soundless cry.

help me, teach me how to feel pain and how to die.

let me bleed, let me hurt, let me feel.

let me do anything and experience the thrill

of living; 

God don’t let me go down, without knowing why

I have ceased to fight and meekly accepted to drown;

and wither away with the tragic face of a clown.