Where To Go?

 

Fluttering reverie fills

Her silence...
Her room basking
In the afternoon heat,

Is it the scourge
Of a Lonely earth
Or simply a fleeting abyss
Of her being...

When left in solitude,
Braving the sweat and hidden tears,
While the arms of sunset--
Too hard to reach,

She feels so restless,
She hears nothing,
But monologues
Of the nameless,

Where to go
But here...all alone.
 

By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon ©2018
Date Written : March 2, 2018