The silhouette was burdened,
With such
understanding,
Of everything around him,
Including the world.
He sought to have a friend,
And instead got a dagger.
'Tis the price of this curse,
Once a promise made by the old man,
Who was once in his shoes.
The silhouette turned and spoke to the stars,
So far away
With the universe running down his eyes.
But it was too far,
For his tiny, tiny hands.
And the cycle continues,
Until the descendants play a tune,
To turn the curse into a broken melody.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems
Poesía"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
