Thought they’ve healed

Life rips open and stabs

Never really healed

Or not completely

In that sliver of time

Before the wound

Oblivious of the end

Life was very good

Flashes, snapshots, memories

Lapses, holes, leaks

The past, the present

Tangled in a mess

A wake up call?

Lessons unlearned!

Stubborn heart!

To what end?

What if?

Take a risk?

Other fish?

Life’s a bitch!


Donato R. Vytiaco

28 May 2000 @ 1244H




Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store


More from Medium

Today is a good day to read a sad poem, indeed!

Love Letters to my Deceased Wife - III

“How could you still love your father?”

One Last Dance