sábado, 23 de noviembre de 2019

Poema 13

Thunders of pain that light up and reveal
the fallen warriors on the battlefield
that in front of your last ambush, could not resist.

Storms of tears that try to appease
but fail to erase all the memories
from when I thought you loved me.

Hurricanes of contempt that came from nowhere
make shake the kingdom you helped create
And I can't stop it from collapsing, it's a shame. 

Waterfalls of love that lead to fire 
and burn and shatter
all the fucking castles.

And the best omens are seen so far away
and this winter is just so cruel and inhumane
and there is nothing left to say. 







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