Frostbitten Apathy

Poetry by | July 18, 2010

What’s in our aircon classrooms
that convinces you that
the blood in your veins is blue?

The coldness makes you half-frozen
thin layer of flaking skin
wrapping your meandering tenderness.

Move. Why don’t you move?
Wipe the mists from the window pane;
mists like tears held back.

Wipe the mists, wipe the tears.
Beyond the windows
is the dying race of the living.

—-
Paul Randy Gumanao is a BS Chemisty student of Ateneo de Davao University.

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