All is but an illusion
There is nothing but empty boxes
Of promises
Promiscuous lady in red suit
That invites you to spend the last money
Inside your purse
An evening of chilling
A whole night of partying
The after the carol singing
You will find nothing
But an empty nest
And a heart that is asking:
‘So this is it?'

Noel Sales Barcelona is a journalist, poet, story writer and researcher from Antipolo City.