I struggle to keep the façade
Days are trying to snitch
On the bloodied black board
I keep wiping the sketch
Sketch testifying hidden desire
Spectator has come to fetch
My pallets are now empty
Only grey is creeping my swatch
Losing the mask
I so tried hard to catch
If there's something
Only I could latch
The time has come to get
But I can barely match
There's nothing left
I silently stand by to watch.
BINABASA MO ANG
Rhythm
PoetryAt this tough time we all need little motivation. I wanna share some of my personal experiences, thoughts, life lessons, feeling through words in a rhythm. Poetry is my forte that is how I inspire myself to inspire others.❤️ Rankings #1 positive tho...
