I always felt a void.
Especially at night, it would be extra empty.
But this night was different.
La noche entró en mi lugar
Swallowed my faith whole
El oscuro tragando mis ojos, no puedo mirar
He dragged me deeper into the hole
I was face to face with him
El demonio este se pareció a mi
His back was bloody, full of pins
Este era el lugar donde nace mi dolor
A dark desolate place
This time though, I was prepared. I brought
something, just in case
Un cuchillo, rojo de color
I took the knife and began to strike
Just then I stopped
I saw that it was not trying to trap me here
Instead, it brought me down because it was scared
Como yo, el necesitaría ayuda
Le di mi mano, juntos lo fuimos a la fuga
There was mist everywhere, I took the red
Slashing at the mist we began to see a path.
The red leaving and traveling towards the surface.
Towards the open air.
Together, following the stream.
We left the hole.
Together, we were whole.
11:58
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Two Five Nine
PoésieA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
