Poetry Corner

Poem 6

I remembered that feeling when it first started.
The feeling that for several nights,
I couldn't possibly get out of my mind.
Even that I knew it wasn't the proper light.

That light kept me awake,
Thinking about the possible and the impossible.
Captivating me every moment
And every sense of my body and soul.
I knew that I had to hide it
As far away as possible.

Every glance, every stare,
Every talk, it was bare.
I could feel it, it was blooming
Right here, inside of me.
That feeling would be the death of me.

Weeks went by, months follow
And at that sunset, it was all discovered
I was already wallow,
And that thought, already uncovered.

I wonder now, how easy it was back then,
And how difficult it became to be.
There is not such stare,
Not as magical like the one there used to be.

The worst part has yet to come.
The part in where I detach myself from that amour.
Amour for a light that it was just a traveler
Trying to discover itself, and not letting me
Discover myself, by feeding me hope.
Feeding me with gracious things that it knew I would adore.

I see it clearly now.
I remember that first stare.
I remember that first word.
Maybe if I should have seeing it better,
I would had made myself heard.