THE CENTER CANNOT HOLD 2008
‘I crawl through my blinding tears. As my heart wrenches with my sobs Confusion nags at me As I am just a platform In between two towers Of great significance in my existence. I feel like ‘that’ poison all over again That lures its victim unto death Only this time, I myself taste Of the killing-dying effect That poison leaves in its aftermath And I am shaken beyond understanding My tears rain down Yet, I know it’s not for me alone But for the towers as well as the platform For each position we occupy In this formation called purpose To stand together even in death; else fall.’