::: THE FEAR AND I / POETRY :::

Every night when the blue sky

copious of stars fills me with nostalgia,

and brings to mind memories of the past,

memories of my mother.



He comes dressed in shadows bringing chains,

that bind my soul and mistreat it.

He comes with impetus in his steps

and stories on his lips,

to merodiar in my mind,

to kill my hope,

to make my faith go away.



It confuses me, blinds me,

He takes me and leaves me,

it entangles me in its shadow.



That's when fear comes,

my joy goes out and I'm filled with

wilted thoughts,

that only obscure my soul.



Even then the crying only calms me,

I cry so desperate

deep breath ....... deep

and again I'm standing.