Wednesday, October 21, 2009

I'm still tired

I'll stop scratching your face

Because it's still the same,

You couldn't be erased

On my mind

A tattoo on my skin

Dark, searing with pain

I'm still tired,

I'll throw away my shovel

I'll stop digging this ground

Where I'll bury our past---

Of which is constantly breathing and would always rise up

I'm still tired

Don't let me run

Because no matter what:

I couldn't catch you,

I couldn't hurt you back,

Couldn't be forgotten,

I can't get even


*translated entry of my early cebuano poem: "gikapoy pa ko"

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