My dear illusionMy dear illusion13 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ideas come as flames at dawn
full of pain that floods the deep sleep
with stubborn feelings that burst with drowning insomnia
sprouting as screams the sweet breath of the body.
I try to think what passes around,
inside the body,
in the beating of the heart,
that doesn't allow the mind to rest
or ease the tension.
Repression ideas collapse in each inner corner
hidden desires powdered by time
but not forgotten by the beating of our hearts.
Pathetic are the forces
that finds a grieving creature
for the failure of a moment that has not seen light yet
it just got lost with the night
gently dancing to the beat of the fog.
fleeting moments full of pain
dying with deep fantasy,
exhaling forbidden passion
pursuant to the beat of the clock…
I thought I could forget it
I thought it would heal someday,
but I may be pursuing a mislaid love
who got lost in the night