IN THE SHADOW OF NOTHING
by Gregorio V. Bituin Jr.
10 syllables per line
no one notice me because I'm nothing
I'm just a shadow who's not worth dealing
a good poet who always daydreaming
or a bad poet who thought he's blooming
in this world not yet worthy of living
a world I'm capable of creating
in my mind, in the word with an angling
I'm up to something although I'm aging
an innocent soul who is worth searching
a word in the world of wound and salting
brave enough to write although my feeling
is a stranger in midst of dying
searching for a soul who's truly loving
even my own soul somewhere I'm hunting
just to create poems I like to bring
