Cobweb
I only have a thread of hope left
A spider's web that looks fragile
It's a shot in the dark that lost shape
While I have a fever dream
Even if you don't have a fever.
Released at the top of my lungs, a prayer
That propagates in an echo and is lost.
As I preached to my dream
The trading floor, in which my fear
It's not like waking up and seeing another day
But to wake up and see another day
In which hypocrisy reigns in each one.
Nobody goes anywhere
While your freedom
Is not rescued from the fast,
The sheer hunger for knowledge and reality.
There is truth
And when those who sleep wake up
Take the pure nectar and believe
That knowledge is the way
To discover your next home
Like birds leaving the nest,
They learn to fly on the horizon of the new dawn.
End
To me
The hours in the background
At the ends of the world
I shout yes
To silence so many
That don't fit in my hands.
Empty hands at the end
In the fight
Like the rosemary fields
On the hills of bitterness
Where life lost its meaning
Where the devil lost his boots
Unloved and Forgotten
In the hours, neither alive nor dead.
Harbingers of Destruction (All Politicians – No Exception)
Harbingers of doom
They gave a sign of their graces
To preach to the people
That changed something
When the sand of time
Blind who wants to see the truth
It's not the people's fault
It's the fault of propaganda that kills reality.
People, this silence
It's a nail in the coffin
In a country that dies poor and hoarse
People, they have no compassion.
Today a son goes not to war
But it's as it were.
Today a son leaves home
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Nervous Breakdown
PoetryThis is a book of Poems About a Nervous Breakdown" is a raw and introspective collection of verses that delves deep into the tumultuous journey of a mind in crisis. The poems capture the essence of anxiety.
