you came to me
in silence
where I creep
away from destruction
feeding in my desolation
haunting me
slowly tearing my defenses
boring holes
from within me
impeding the senses
your ways are subtle
yet leaving a chasm
numbing me
robbing the jols
with every tiny holes
Why have I not seen it coming?
Have I been blinded by my yearnings?
Have I not known?
I could have stopped
but ‘tis late
I just have to wait
‘til you have fully
engulfed me
who are you?
answer me
what are you?
spare me, I am
dying.
El poeta que nunca seré...
7 months ago
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