FIBBER

Desolation howls

From the eerie footsteps 

Of memory;

It wriggles on my skin 

And I am hiding underneath 

This clean sheet of sleep

But oh, nightmares await here,

Sneeringly  smiling at me.

I am avoiding twilight

To knock at my door;

I am running away as it chases

Me with the arrow 

Of bitter past, unleashes it right 

To my heart

And now I slipped 

And I am hanging on

To the brim of my hollowed eyes.

You said before to follow 

Your path,

A road carpeted with flowers 

And soothing grass 

Which you 

Whispered to me  a paradise 

But only to find myself 

Gasping from cascading sobs.

You are a scourge

Rubbing your sullied and itchy skin against

The edges of yesterdays you deceived

After soaking yourself

In your own mud.

 

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*English version of my   first Ilokano Poem , KUSIT, published in Bannawag Magazine, June 9, 2008.