Unknown Poem by Ana Liza Corpuz Nabor

Pierced by a Dirk of bleak love;
Incessantly dragoons by the hand of Hatred.
Engulfed with a multitude of gaffe,
In a corner he mutely utters regret.
Prisoned in the dungeon of conceit;
Tears him with a Grip of impudence.

His fiery pugil placidly endures,
Never ceded for tomorrow harbingers Light.
Amid the tumult, sorrow flees uncoerced;
Heart burried long in the casket of vehemence
That bears the Dagger of requited affection,
Ascends with the dark elements of life.