Early Evening

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits turning point...~mtg

by Marites Avisado-Responte

I tried to write something
to relate anything that came
across my weary mind.
The room was so quiet
that only the heaving of my
breath was heard and poured
upon the distance of eternity.
I hope this instance to last
where nothing between me
except my empty mind and my
breath to live.
Words were undecipherable
Thoughts were uncommunicable
Only this life that matters
Only this moment to remember.


10452362_10203859382100554_5781705630971545966_nMarites Avisado-Responte is the main contributor and  editor of the Fiction and Poetry section of The Inflection Point. Marites or “Ites” can be reached at tessmarie2004@gmail.com.