Wings of Compel

Who wouldn’t,
even I,
bout anything.
Whether it is
the greenest
mountains
or the bluest
seas.
Unbounded by nature,
no other man can endure.

Neither whispers
nor whatever,
Neither things
nor people
Nothing can dismiss.
No one can ruin.

Love is the sweetest spell
that flies me under
its magical wings
of compel.
That makes the devils
sing of harmonic agony
of one’s ambitious treasury.

One action that is humiliating
Three words that are unforgiving
Million tears that are undeserving
for them who see
to get a glimpse
of my deepest flesh
but none looks closely.

Only I taste
how it strongly is
to feel for someone
whose absence has become
My only bliss.

And that alone
is a bittersweet
triumph of my own.

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Author: Danica Aquino

Tied the knot with performing arts since fourth grade; is an amateur writer (currently on her quest to writing her first novel); book and animal lover; always entranced by nature.

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