The selfish poem

[losmundosdero]

The world would lose
a potential soulmate
if I go,
the first woman
sleeping in the Sun
or maybe
the first witch
to burn with water;
probably an astronomer
who fell in love
with the gloomy image
of corpses floating
in spaces
surrounded by graves
full of ghosts.
A philosopher
that only knows
how to write
irrational poetry
and have
the heart where the head’s
supposed to be,
the artist of many
mandalas with depressing colors
and daltonic shadows
looking for
a tragic Nirvana.
Maybe I’m the nostalgic
memory of the fog
in the woods,
the mystery of the clouds
not falling out of time;
so unique as the score
of the hummingbirds.
I’ll be the tears of my enemies
and the death of my beloved ones,
the romanticism will
miss me,
like all the songs
I won’t play again
and will be frozen in those wonderful
eyes;
I like to think Van Gogh
will cry for not being my muse
anymore,
if I die young
or old.
This could be a masterpiece
of my golden era,
read out loud by young students
in the boredom,
the only selfish poem
I wrote;
like that voice
inside my ears
claiming more self-esteem
until my eardrum
breaks.

[Kumdeamor]

Wonderful poem! love it! Kiss kiss

[losmundosdero]

Thank you so much!

[EnidIsais]

Thanks for sharing it, I loved it.

[losmundosdero]

Thanks to you for reading!

[jregojo]

Great! Thanks

[losmundosdero]

Thanks to you for reading!