(Foto taken from tasteofomi at deviantart.com)
In search of a cure
It seems that this sickness
Has spread all over.
You find it next door
At my neighbor’s house.
Her dogs look lost
Craving a certain thing…
The poet who swears
He is not ready for
Commitment
Needs space
Solitude …
Has also been afflicted by it.
The artist who paints
Poetic images in pairs
Has given up all hope
Of getting rid of it.
Tons and tons of faces
Some familiar, others unknown
Float in cyberspace
Contaminated with the same
Dreadful disease.
As for me,
I hide:
Under the sheets
In the toilet
Behind books and magazines.
The music
Drowning out thoughts
Drowning out thoughts
Trying to survive
In search of a cure
At any cost.
Manuel A. López
2 comments:
i love this poem manny. Very good Im impress.
gary anuez.
I'm first timer here reading your poetry and is good and fun I like it man, keep shining, also thank u for your comment in my blog, un abrazo.
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