Here is another Winaray poem or commonly known as Siday. It's title "Karuyag ko maghingit, pero" means "I want to whine, but" shows the writer's struggle from fighting the urge to break out but confronted by endless reasons or may I say, procrastination not to do it anyway. English version may follow shortly.

translation

Many sticky notes now clutter my desk,  
Covering the chaos, yet I cannot read the rest—  
The words I've written, the letters that twist,  
Tangled and scattered, lost in the mist.  

My ballpoint is dry, ink all but gone,  
The pages of my notebook, faded and worn,  
Filled with dreams that never came true,  
Words I once longed to hear, whispered by you.  

From your whispers, the sweetness of promises,  
Like honeyed vows I once held as bliss,  
Old memories, like telegrams worn,  
Stored in my heart, weathered and torn.  

The crumpled letters are thrown in a pile,  
No longer opened, no longer worthwhile,  
Like the fading glow of a lantern’s light,  
The love we once shared, now out of sight.  

The warmth I once felt now slips from my hands,  
Fading as you leave, slipping through the sands.  
And just like the sticky notes meant to remind,  
I too forget how love once intertwined—  
The words no longer matter, they simply fall behind.

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