Poem #2

1 min readJul 10, 2019


Screaming on top of your lungs!

Hoping nobody would hear.

Hearing your heartbeat loud as a drum

This pain I can no longer bear.

Where is the dream?

Shrouded in gloomy overcast,

Eagerly awaiting the blinding sun,

So I can dig and bury again the past.


Donato R. Vytiaco

31 May 2000 @ 10:52pm