the pitter-patter noises of the rain blocked out what little remained of the sirens that blared through the night
the gentle touch of the summer shower played upon my skin as if reminding me of something new that were to come
only when my hardships have disappeared will I be able to see tomorrow
only when I have chased my self brought demons away shall I know peace
and when they have truly been vanquished
that is when I will become something far greater than what I have existed as before my self inflicted nightmare
BINABASA MO ANG
Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
