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 two kids. He is also a productivity and organisational development consultant with a MSc from the University of Liverpool. His mission is to bring the discipline and effectiveness of organisational and management tools into personal relationships, to make them even more meaningful and full of life.
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