New Days, Old Problems And Ugly Stories Poem by Miguel Chicas

Look out in the pond.
can you sense the danger?
you scream inside yourself
taking a glimpse at the stream
every drip is part of your lie
every lethal effective on me
the guilt never thinners in your stories
like your suffering and never feeling the forgiveness
ten to back the past five years have never gone so sweet for me
you never taste wine while asleep so smoothly.
so flawlessly your age of days are going to melt
in front of my halo eyes.The frustration is freezing up
when your near the divas shivas near the gallows
you feel it, you sense it, and all the lord is doing is just
teasing your book.