Every second a storm rages on
Here, inside my drawer
Where I keep the words
That spin around my head
Sometimes it's signal number one
And my brain just explodes
When it reaches number two
I puff on my tobacco
At times when it is number three
I shout with the raindrops
Number four, I scamper to my room
Number five, I'm screaming mad
And when it reaches number six
There is danger overhead
I would stop my fountain pen
From inflicting any pain
For I am scared of the raging storm
Of signal number seven-
When words drift with the wind
Through the concrete fence
And the tidal waves
Swallow all the rules
that try to stop
the outpour of my metaphors
*this poem is translated from Cebuano, "Bagyo sa Balaknong Kinabuhi"
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