My Dark Child Poem by julio simon

The time is short,
and the eternal mysteries,
they will remain.

This is Earth,
dear deads,
and not another dream.

And here the moment,
to live it...
just once.

Memories,
as grain fall,
dust of time.

In my sadness,
in darkness,
all beings

¿Who will remake,
this body,
what is still throbbing?


I Know to double the pain......
pervives childhood,
as a wounded tree.

Under the twilight,
we are strangers
A rarity

It rains hard,
and the night stretches...
memories are drops.

The walls whisper,
voices from the past
that at nightlaugh.

I'm deceived,
this is what I have:
empty hands

After the scars,
my heart beats,
and crave.

"You are not alone",
They say...

But I know the truth.

Although I dance and laugh,
my soul bleeds....

Take my hand!