Ang Cold

Maybe it's not the perfect time to fill the blank sheet.

The color fades, the waves stops,

the beat slowly tinkles into the smallest dot.

Siguro it's destined na hindi ko muna sinulatan

Ang pamagat na matagal nang nakaukit

Sa kwadernong walang kaalam-alam

Kung bakit ang mga salita ay nakasulat.

Dahil ngayon, ngayon nakatadhana

na aking punuan ang mga kulang--

Sa damdamin, sa blankong kaluluwa,

At sa sarili kong malapit nang mawala.

It has been a long time that I made a poem--

A poem that emphasizes melancholy.

I never figured out what's the problem with me--

Is it my heart, my mind, or my whole being?

Ang hirap ng ganito:

Paulit-ulit na lang.

Paulit-ulit na may nasasaktan.

Paulit-ulit na may naiiwan.

Hindi ba pwedeng maayos

Ang gusot na papel

Na puno ng ala-ala

Ng mga araw na tayo'y masaya?

It is difficult to understand

How one fills the emptiness

of a blank soul,

Not even the pen and the pad.

Sweetness turned into coldness.

Fullness turned into nothingness.

The face that used to smile

turned into an image of a broken mirror--

Shattered.

Until when will it be like this?

Sana matapos na.

Matapos na ang ganitong eksena.

Nakakapagod.