Black... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Always in black

From the summer

To the spring,

Year after year

I am in mourning,

For the love

For the pain,

The one who got away

The one who stole

My heart,

The only one I had,

And even though I know where to find her,

I prefer to sleep

I prefer to suffer,

The agony of her distance

The cold memories

Frozen photos

Now diluted of color,

I resolve to wake

For the lies of my hopes,

That one day

I'll see her again

Again hear her laughter,

But those dreams now stay

Like splinters

In the hole in my chest,

How sweet would death be

After the torture of my days,

Always cloudy

Because of the sun that left me

For another rainbow...

(06/09/2012)