"Rot"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
The Night stays lonely as clouds are lifting
In the city the dead are stirring
Staring at the gadgets as their eyes opened
Closed as it were they start walking
II
And they see but cannot see
Nothing but the enormous tragedy
And they write and moan
without knowing what it is to groan
III
And with their ears closed
Just go about their day
The matter in between of them
Just floating in decay.
Optum Bldg. N , Quezon City. February 04 , 2020 4:01 am
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