I wrote this poem when I was feeling depressed over a paternal conflict. I’m so glad I’m sooo over it! 🙂


Here I am with a heart in disarray.
A swirl of ideas and emotions
Haunting me until tomorrow’s sunrise.
Afraid that tomorrow might be worse,
I look beyond the turmoil
Yet all I see is reality.


When all I wanted was change,
Was all torture my only choice?
Was all pain a consequence of my actions,
When I stood amidst the deafening noise?

How about the one who lies
In a seat of overflowing authority?
Never was I content of his rule
Still, I obliged to his request.
Now that I had the courage to be set free,
He blurted out a weapon
Thus, setting me again in chains.

Was I wrong, Lord?
The lighter side of me voices out,
That I was all along.
Yet the stronger never concedes without a bout.

Help me, Lord.
This war drives me senseless.
My hands want to kill
Either him or me.
But you are there,
Warding off the venom of hatred
But the wounds are difficult to bear.

The word Gulo is a Filipino term equivalent to the English terms: disorder, confusion, or being disorganized. Registered & Protected

Published by

Recis Dempayos

Budding YouTuber / vlogger, occasional blogger, aspiring multimedia artist.

Enjoyed this article? Make your thoughts known by leaving a comment!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s