Sometimes Is The Emotions That Get A Hold Of Me Poem by Lenny Camacho

Just like the cover of an old book used to read: I live more I will ever die.
It was a beatiful book, so full of hope,
filled with faith; so tiny and strong.
4 in the morning her pages started turning
all the way down to well passed midnight.
She was loved. She was cherished by my tender heart.
Then, one day,
the epilogue:
a blow to the head.
The kick of a mule
turn my precious little book into stone.
I sometimes miss her.
When that happens I summon her shadow,
and reread some pages
when she and I existed in the same plain.
Sometimes I cry in the loneliness of my soul
because the emotions get a hold of me.