“The Angel Fell”
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.
I cut myself to see the blood
It oozed right out
I cut myself to see how much
A human I have become
Can I now feel
This ,that they call pain?
Can I now feel the drops
Of a fresh morning rain?
Can I now feel
This that they call loss
This that they call longing
So many questions that need answering.
IV
I feel my own nothingness swallow me
I am the void which I spoke of
I am the emptiness of my days
I am the useless remnant of what I used to be
I am not a phoenix who will be borne
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