It was already 10 o'clock in the morning, I was still lying on my bed because of lack of sleep when suddenly my mom called up to me, "Anton, you should eat already, the food might get cold if you won't hurry". I dressed up and reached downstairs, the breakfast meal was an adobo, which is my favourite because of its sweet but a little bit salty taste and for me my mom is the best cook that I have ever known. After I finished my meal, I washed the plates and hurried to my study room. My study room was full of drafts, books and of course, a laptop. When I reached the room, my puppy, troy, greeted me by wagging its tail. I was delighted by that that had made a smile on my face. I was indulged in writing poems; I had a couple of my own compositions by then. One of them was the one that I made when a typhoon destroyed infrastructures and taken lives in Tacloban. I read again my poem on a silently manner:
Hope behind the Disaster
By: Anton Reyes
I was not ready;
We were not ready;
It came as a shock;
And we can't go back.
The lives were taken;
Thought we're forsaken;
Can't help but to cry;
For it's not a lie.
Continuing to pray;
The prayers we lay;
To almighty God;
That doesn't leave bad.
I hope that someday;
Although not today;
That we can get up;
And make a big hop.
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A Poet's Tragic Love
General FictionAnton loves to write poems for his loved ones but one day, a person whose dearest to him suddenly died and made him lose his motivation to be a poet. Will he ever find a reason to write again? Or will he never ever be a poet again? Copyright...
