by Eric Santillan
fucked up in muck
stuck deep into
luckless
quagmires.
blackhole of the past
pulling in a
tug-of-war of desires.
about to drown in neck-deep
mud.
the more i struggle, the more
i seem to sink.
hope is the first to give way
as i stopped shouting for help
because no one is there to listen to pitiful cries
anyway.
faith unraveled as a single strand
unravels cloth gradually.
love is the last to go
like a flickering candle in the dark.
strangely, just when the candle was blown by the wind
that’s when i felt your hand pull me out.
(draft 3)
About Eric Santillan
AngPeregrino is Eric Santillan. He is a management consultant for two firms specializing in sustainable business, competitiveness and risk management, cost control and culture management. He is also a writer for The Mindanao Current. At one time or another, he has taught, moderated college organizations, done organizational development work for BPOs, been a Jesuit, mentored people and given retreats.
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Eric Santillan has been a relationship counsellor for 21 years. He is married with three kids. He is also a transitions management consultant helping family businesses with their transition journeys.
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