Roars of thunder
Root like veins of lightning
Mourning clouds
Evil rain kissing the Earth
Yelling of dead trees reviving the souls
Humanity seeking for the scent of the Earth
Turning off the lights of one's home
Embracing darkness, letting coldness to crawl on the four corners of their comfort zone
Crying candles on the dining table
Creamy mushroom soup, chicken adobo
Steamed sweet potato tops with fish sauce and sliced tomatoes
Grilled pork, fish, and eggplant
Glasses of wine for the aged
Cups of dark chocolate for the young
Fresh fruits, slices of cake
Mouth-watering food on the table but no one is there.
A place like home has turned into an abandoned structure
Leaving sweet laughter and smiles
Letting go of happiness, of tranquility, of love.
As they closed the door, drops of tears and blood came out and cleansed the door knob
Resembling their broken hearts, tortured and dying
Because nerves connecting their minds and hearts were once killed.