On the time I left the straight path
Unfathomed anxiety teemed my heart

Ever doubted the resolve of my brain
If it would delight or harness some pain

The only sure thing was that
I only earned another’s wrath

When from discontent
Formed I blemish intent

I became a speck
On the eyes of the meek

Abnormal fantasy
Drained all sanity

Filled with derision
To a righteous person

Worshipped childhood idol
Whom I thought would heed my call

Thought I’d found a savior
Who would do me a favor

Upon turning away
From his opponent’s way

Onwards orange avenue
Belching fumes towards yellow hue

Traffic disturbed
Many eyes to me turned

On wrong turn entrapped
By stupid mishap

Was towed from the highway
After causing disarray

In proper seclusion
The transgressor was thrown

Behind the shadows anguishing
No orange attending

In the end it was yellow
Who ransomed ex-fellow.

-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*Yellow Poems Collection