Shervyne's Poetry

By  Shervyne Yapcolin
February 26, 2024

Here i poured out my overflowed feelings i couldn't share

My leg taps following the beat.

The beat that echoed from my right ear.

The beat that I soon realized stopped coming from my ear.

But how does that beat still echo so loud?

Maybe it's not my ears.

Maybe it's my eyes.

Eyes that sneak a glance.

A small glance that turns into a stare.

An admiration stare.

That beat continued to echo. 

I blink my eyes and realize.

The corner of my lip lifted.

Gentle warm spreads across my cheek.

At that moment,

I prayed for a wish.

A single wish.

“I wish the light won’t turn off.”

It's so little yet so much to feel

I look at the red trace.

The red trace stains that paper.

Well, some might think,

“It's not that bad, it proves you survive.”

Well a stain is still a stain.

A dirty mark on something that is difficult to remove.

“Maybe you shouldn’t think of it as a stain.”

I could say it as a mark.

A small area of dirt on a surface that makes it look less good.

But “stain” still fits better.

Maybe the problem wasn’t the dirty mark or the small area of dirt.

Maybe it's knowing the fact.

The fact it’s difficult to remove.

It will stay.

It will stay and stain.

Stain my whole life.

Even if I could clean the stain on the paper.

It will never be clean in my heart.

My eyes that keeps me as a human being

As a human being,

I am composed of 5 human senses.

Sight, hearing, taste, touch, smell.

My eyes for my sight,

It will be the most important thing.

Things that keep me alive,

Things that make me a human being.

It wasn’t for the pretty scenery in the evening,

Nor for the cats that sit near the coast of the sea.

It was for how a slight move,

Able to hide a lot.

“Sight” might be too simple to describe what I see.

Because there is a mental process.

Both in thought and vision.

Process that discovers the secret behind the move.