artwork by Florian San Juan
Tuwing ako’y matutulog
Ay may kumot na nakasuklob
Bigat ng damdami’y tinatanggal
Yumayakap sa kaluluwa kong tinataglay
Pinapawi mga pangamba ko’t pagpapagal
Bawat sandali’y tila marahuyo
Kaya’t sa kinatagala’y damdamin ay napalayo
Tila yata ako’y nakalimot
Sa init ng yakap na dala ng aking kumot
Kaya’t pagkatakot sa aki’y bumalot
Sa kinatagala’y ako’y muling napagod
At nang muling mahimlay
Ay may kumot nang nakalagay
Sa pahingang panghabangbuhay
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