What's Behind Distress? Poem by Ana Liza Corpuz Nabor

Beyond the gloomy ambiance, her
Unperturbed bosom crawls in dread.
Tranquility brings macabre thoughts;
Abashed by her own weakness,
Yearning to banish brusquely.
Kindled was the flame of horror, but tries to
Alleviate her own sturdiness; however
Reaped by a deafening silence that
Looms the timorous dark fate.
Visions of hope seems forfeited,
Alienated by vast distress.
Lying in her solitude of woe, when
Enthralled by a sweet murmur of endless-
Nesh songs of robins above the trees.