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Whoever Brought Me Here
AL Antonio Liao (november 7,1957 / dapitan city)

Whoever Brought Me Here

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

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Comments (1)

An insect can also be a partner of a long journey through the soul of a poet. Well-illustrated passion towards a firefly. Dailiness, thirst for eternity, flies with the wings of a tinniest firefly. Beautiful catch the poet. Actually Shelly perhaps once wrote, poetic mind is like a piece of burning coal. Its need simply a catch. sometimes from outward, sometimes from within. But poet please beware from the conditional offerings of advertisements. You are a poet, and you will have to go long. Not all insects will help you to fly, some carries poison also by their thrush. Thank you very much. Consider me as a friend and forgive my extra talkings. Regards, 10+ Apoet Bangla