Incubus

Amarela Space

In the vanished mirage of tiredness
I hear the silence of the mourning men
Your spirit is in vain in the rush of steps
I realize the depth in which the music dies
At the end of my look
What is your purpose?
You wander between blood and saliva
To speak … without speaking
What’s in between?
I will write the history of the time
Who died of hate for everything
Escape that they make to life
At night I write the revolt of the land
That everything nullifies Meanwhile they dig pits
People tortured with freedom in the drawer
Deepest and darkest of the abyss
I see no more than the sad, empty and silent dust
I drop the pen
And behold, I realize that I am in a deep nightmare

©Amarela

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Published by poetryofemotions5778

I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on two other books at the present time. One is entitled "The Angel and the Witches and the other is "Once Upon A Halloween"

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