Ashed

ash

The fire ceased to burn –
Doused with indifference
Drenched in disregard

I sifted through the fireplace
I lovingly built in your heart
Combed it for dying embers

I sifted through and through.
Hoping to find a flicker,
Hoping to blow upon it a whisper
And cover it with dried leaves and twigs.
Hoping  the flame grows taller,
And burn my anguish and grief.

I sifted more  and more.
There was nothing but ashes –
Ashes of guilt and regrets –
Ashes that the wind refuse to blow away.

About HARDPEN

Teacher-Writer Hardpen is my nom de plume. My real name is Massuline Antonio Dupaya Ligaya. Many times I was asked the question, "Why do you write?" I don't write for rewards nor adulation. When I write poems, stories or essays, seeing them completed gives me immense joy and satisfaction. The happiness and sense of fulfillment I feel when completing my works are my rewards. When I teach, I don't work but I play. The classroom is my playground, the students are my playmates, and the subject is our toy. Proud to be me! Proud to be a FILIPINO! TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

Posted on June 21, 2018, in Poems, Poetry, Tula and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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