Poetic Dose: 84, 85, 86

#365daysofpoetry Days 84 to 86



And when the morning comes
It shall find me walking forward
Steadfast towards my destination
Open to the journey's surprises.











How would I know
Which way to go?
Or if what is in front of me
Is trash or treasure?
How do I keep walking
To the beating of my heart?

Art By:  Vincent Manansala

so, this is what it feels like
to come into a frinding halt;
stare blankly into nothingness
with a mind devoid of thoughts;
but only for a few moments
a split-second of precious calm;
then the agitation escends
no, i should not squander Time so.