The Horizon, Vol. 1, No. 1, September 1995
(Official literary folio of Trinity College of Quezon City)
(Four bare and unpainted walls stood,
Surrounding me like thick metal panels of a destruction chamber;
Each about to advance and brutally crush
My fragile body into a thousand fragments
Of ugly, unidentifiable scraps of meat and bone.
Four dusty and dark corners stare at me
With ghastly glowing demonic eyes;
Like that of a hungry wolf's,
Keeping keen watch for the slightest chance
To gnaw its sharp fangs into my flesh.
I see the gray of the room turn into pitch-dark --
Like what the closed eyes of a dead child see,
As the corpse is lovingly laid to rest in a coffin;
And the casket is close-fistedly sealed,
Then lowered into the dismal pit in the ground.
I feel I am losing the air abour me;
As if its autonomous and carefree flight
Is suddenly restricted and stopped by some force,
Making my skin damp and cold to touch,
And my throat becoming spasmodic.)
I hate being locked in a room all by myself.
(February 1993)
(February 1993)