by MYRYN VILLAFLOR
When the pain of loneliness
and a drunken tongue collide
beneath the emotional skies
born was an unsung child
Dead to the world, I took the leap,
yet on my feet I can never land.
(Just a sore–only to soar
a distant past)
For I have lost
my life’s road map, amongst
the byways of reality and
languid petitions of the heart
Not to realize that happiness
was just an imaginary path through time.
A course where untrodden wonders reside
To smell the home fragrance
of scented caring and nurturing,
away with the fairies let me be
oh Father, just for once!
[There is no revenge so sweet as forgiveness].