Road to Nowhere
By Apolinario Villalobos
Veiled by a haze that seems to cut its length
The road I was told is straight and smooth
Is nothing but a few arm lengths of stretch
That I can take in a few long strides
But beyond that –
What?
An empty promise by one, presumptuously proud
The road he boasted is hazed by anomalies
Beyond which nothing else can be discerned
If indeed, it is straight, smooth, unhampered
That I can tread even for days of trek
So I still ask will I –
Why?
It’s a road to nowhere, dreadfully looking with haze
That no amount of convincing words from Pnoy
Can paint over a picture viewed with frustration
Not even honey-coated new promises of deceit
Will make me take steps that I will just regret
Yes, not even further –
Never!
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