Maris Warrior Tuazon Poet Rhyme

Neglected

My footsteps on the long narrow 
streets,
are shout outs of my boundless
cringing griefs.

I cry hard looking up to the 
sunshine,
asking its radiant rays to help 
me find
an abode builds by love
not huge hate,
'cos I want to stop this unfair 
fate.

I turn my eyes once to the moon
at night,
begging pity to guide me in 
its light
for I don't know exactly where
to go,
in this wild world that no one 
can turn to.

I carry the cut grass to a 
still place,
where the trees swaying on
my pale face,
as though their whispers
are wisdom and lull,
so I can sleep with a hoping
soul,

I am living in a home now 
with fair,
their heat, light, shade- truly
an endless care.

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