Life Behind Cold Bars

It seems that life compacted its heart to me;

Now I start and accept where I used to be.
There were no doors, exit or holes to escape
but one thing that I could do is to be brave.

Brute days subsist since I became blood-thristy -

mood bursts and heart starts throbbing like mom grizzly.

Never knew that everything has conclusion

And the adepts would ask its derivation.

Darkness prevailed thy sophisticated mind

and thy body is crested with hatred bind.

Alack! Oh how ridiculous life could be?

When I can't enjoy beyond reality?

Oh! Eminent heavens! Hear thy bootless cries!

Utter on to me that all of these are lies.

Oh? Will you still consider me as your son?

Even society assumed that I’m gone?

The length of time has weakened thy heart and soul

And death would forsooth come to compass its role.

Found out that life must go on with pain and scars

And endure thy fate of life behind cold bars.


About the Author:

Jeremiah Gabrielle Villanueva a.k.a. Jeremy is a Filipino sociologist. He graduated at the University of Santo Tomas where he obtained his degree in Sociology. He worked as an HR Associate at Convergys where he initiates phone and initial interviews and also responsible for payroll matters. A dreamer, A lawyer in the making, a goal digger and a writer who writes beyond fantasy and thinks farther than reality. An individual who treats lower class, middle class and upper class equally. He do believe in the saying, “To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong (Pearce, 1926)."