A Product of Imagination and Consequence

The walls,
coldest of its kind
pierces your sight
in a different way
with barb wires
and moss in green-
embracing your soul.
Still you manage to see
beyond the usual,
and as the rays of
sun touches your chest
illuminating the scripted
letters (BSN-RN),
you remember that
in the not so distant past
you long for this day
to simply pass.

1 comment:

jj said...

naks... poem na naman.... ehehehe....