Various Poems

6. Corn Fields Of Guatemala

It's dawn, for the 2,555th time
It's almost seven years after you disappear before my eyes
It's time to harvest the corns that's full of hope and sighs
Because the first time we came here, you were sincere to come back but now you're gone
The acres of corn fields were planted by grief and despair
But at least I'm still hoping you will come back to the farm you promised that you will forever stay
And then I realized, promises are meant to be broken like shards of glass on a dinner table with majesties of insecurities.

The crops stands tall, contrasted how low my hopes are
Through the majestic fields, witness the beautiful Lake Atitian
The enormous twin volcanoes blessed the soil to make the corns grand
Spending years to fertilize the land, harvesting the crops, but the waiting had enough
Ditched the ears of corn and ran through the towns of Sololá
Reminiscing the bittersweet memories that when left, all the happiness dissappear swiftly
Iglesia de San Jorge La Laguna, the place you promised to marry me but left me nothing
The vows that you owe became debts of promises and abandonment.

Walked through the Bird Art Museum, the birds flying through the skies in paint and lies
There goes your false talks and broken promises, that haunt my dreams and distort memories
The vows and promises are hallowed, but are clandestinely disguised
The oaths are disgustingly perseverate, the wraith that I hide, the exultation that I fake
Your pledges are extremely cliché that I eruditely learned how to deceive words of men
Your disappearance made me bitter and mad, but I let it all go anyway.

Cassandra, the fortune teller, told me that you had another one
I didn't care because the lot that you left me, I had a lot of fun
Making my own money, even though struggling through poverty, melted by the blazing sun
I looked up in the internet, well it was true
I think your plan is to leave me here so that you and your doxy could have a little more fun
Your love is like a Russian Roulette and unfortunately I received the bullet in the gun
Straight in the forehead, you thought I was dead, but honey the real story has just begun.

The corn fields of Guatemala isn't just for show
Sold the land and made an empire that transformed your diamond into coal
Baby you bought my freedom with a piece of land, but I both yours with glamorous sand
You thought you could beat me with tall corns, well when you have corns make some popcorn
Bring your reputation down like the fertile soil with your petty mistress and pathetic clan
Now plant with your own hands, I'm your karma that was waiting to steal all your clams
Who's laughing now, my revenge story didn't consist of 16 episodes
All I needed are seven years, corn fields, and the perfect timing to let my encore glow.