Done

Poetry by | October 7, 2012

I walk
I try to count my breathing
and synchronize it with my steps.
It is genius, I thought as I walk
but
someone has done it.
I walk, I walk
I try to count my blinks
while I breath and I stride.
I feel contemporary as I walk
but
someone has done it.
I walk, I talk, I decide
I need to kill someone who has done it.
Kill and walk
Kill and walk
I thought it new
but
someone else has done it.
I dance, I write
I try to eat what I write
I try to dance while I eat
but
someone always has done it.
I feel small.


Glorypearl Dy was a fellow of the Davao Writers Workshop in 2011. She is currently working as an online content writer and multimedia developer.

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