Waking Up After 3 Years Poem by Viviana Torres

Closed mouths give way to stale breath
abandoned homes will welcome decay

Deppressive minds, they crave death
unused clothes are eaten away

Extreme precision usualy fails
the nerves like to betray

Lust leaves behind putrid trails
following you through each day

Uneaten food is the curse of the poor

Our hunger for God is an unopened door

not enough patience or will did we store

To die to ourselves is to live even more