Slowly, slowly my name rings to my ears.
Convinced my core not to turn around—
And see the empty seat it fears.
Did I make a mistake crying out loud?
So deep, so deep your ghost calls out my name;
The rasp that haunts the new home.
Our rays, straight off to the drain,
Cut by weakness of my own.
Tomorrow appeals to my soul;
Why should I look back?
I fly too high and now I fall.
Will you still say it back?
Your trails they drip with blood.
River flows through my pillows.
Filled with everything we had,
My eyes reflect in yours.
(Note: Yes, I originally posted RANDOM poems related to Gio and Marinela here before their voices became too loud that I just had to publish a literary piece of their own. You can read their hearts in "Immaterial".)
YOU ARE READING
Mi La Letra
PoetryIncarcerated are words--an ensemble of letters, an expression of you--hoping to fly. (A compilation of random poems.)
