“Featherweight”

Like an aged fruit,
the longer I stay, the softer
I become, the more bruise,
but should I say sorry?

Unlike red wine,
the longer I stay, the worse
I taste, the less lucid I become,
but should I try to go back?

Like a lost language,
the longer I stay, the more
I become foggy, less graspable.
But should I cry now?

Unlike their stories,
the longer I stay, the less
I become interesting, important. Invisible.
But should I continue talking?

Published by troycabida

Troy Cabida (b. 1995) is a London-based Filipino poet. He has been a member of the Barbican Young Poets, the Roundhouse Poetry Collective and is a producer for open mic night Poetry and Shaah. His poems have appeared in TAYO, harana, Bukambibig, Cha and Ink, Sweat and Tears. His debut poetry pamphlet "War Dove" is published under Bad Betty Press.

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