How coincidence I was born in
A home of instability
Too child yet to handle
All chaos and trials
Too innocent yet to
Familiarize crucial mystery
Puzzling in human race

Seems a fresh riddle
Of my entire childish face
Unbearable to bear
Causes rain almost in my years

Those are lonesome stories
That flashes back all over
Again

I blame nobody
Till I found out I have
Empty yesterdays

Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remnants-empty-yesterdays/