Nothing Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Permit me to terminate
This obstinate affair
As I clear my throat
That embraced a quagmire
Of abrupt hisses
And toxic lattices
Of lips and
Fingertips.

There is nothing to heal
Nothing to redeem
Nor steal away
From this opulence
That I hold.

You held no scars
As you waned through
Time and your erring calculations
About love,
Hope and the
Grandiose tapestries
That I painted in such
An ethereal hue.

There is nothing to heal in you
For nothing has been scathed
Marred and to the very least
Dejected through the hands of
Savage time that stops
For no one.

And so this, let me end this
With this obstinate epistle
Of a man yearning for convalescence
As the night wails dine with
The twilight’s hoarse reverie.

Let the people hurt,
Let the hearts break
And let the lungs fracture
In between lucid breaths
And candid halts.
The waves will cede
And the heavens will heed
Your feigned cries,
My genuine encumbrance.

And there I am reminded
That one does not lose
A heart in a warfare.
One shall bleed
And gasp for that stark air
And austere verses of hope

But never
Will one lose a heart
When nothing ever
Transpired in this
Nebulous constraint.