Memories

MISSING HOME,MISSING PHILIPPINES(FROM THE HEART OF A DOMESTIC WORKER)

Fragrant joy

of better days

gone.

Here i am again

Trying to relive the sweet memories

of me and my family,

Here i am..

hurting more and more,

fading away like a word

from the lump of the world,

dimming away from the lights

of the only lamp hanging tonight

on the roof of the earth.

Such pain I pulled

out the painful days,my painful days...

they were devoured with pain...

On this cutting time,

the inimicable

element

of the wind's wave,

drags me to the core of te darkness.

My exhausted hands

pulsing...

the only spiraling lights

from the memories of better days...

Gone!

Gone...like the hardships that i had whispered

and carried out to the wind

the one that they easily forgotten

cast...left to the unknown

Gone...gone were those days

i felt like I'm a best kept secret

or a spider hunting,

or a phoenix rising...

for i was left alone;

a tangled helpless fly,

a mouse clutched in its claws...

just a filthy lie...

Lie,such a sad word

I lied if i say,"im okay"

Why?

I am trapped among the debris

that humanity ardently embraces

in twisted virtues and principles...

Since the day the sole of my feet touched

the busy land of Hong Kong

until now...

I am nothing...

Yes,I am nothing to the one's who never heared my cries

but rather rejoice,feasting while drinking

the wines of their Gods-Carlo Rossi,

working to death

stuck in the darkness..

But i know...

Within this darkness lies the rays

of the moonlight

illuminating the picture of my aunt,

my siblings and my father...

Back in our little home,

in my beloved homeland:Philippines....

In there...I am everything!