By Emmanuel Hizon
Obviously flawed, the blemished sculpt of mistakes,
Series of imperfections nobody cared to comprehend or make.
Impaired without remorse
Our errors will not hesitate
Where are you, the bravest of all the cowards?
How many more do you have to take?
Broken dreams of scattered screams
Restrained whispers and silent fears,
Is it too much of a burden,
an encumber with no relent.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel
Down in a hole, inside the burrow
Come get me you gravedigger
I am damaged while you’re without a dent.
January 2008
