Often,
The misunderstood understand often
And the silence was the loudest room
Mongrels furnished with noise.
The witch that lives alone in the forest
Knew the misery of a crowd and chose none
The monk that lived in the air
Tasted how vile was the fun.
The woman who chose not to mother
Knew what she was lacking and it was not the womb of life
This world eats it young with vigor,
It will have to starve from her, she'd feed it no more.
The man that stood before me reeked of death,
Yet with gentle hands he calmed me.
He breath my father's mistrust, and he wore my mother's scars,
It took me home for a while, then woke me back to life.
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Of Dreams And Madness
PoetryList of poems which are figments of my dreams and madness. Some are in english and filipino. Happy Reading! -madame soliman
