Where I Will Go Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

"As I rise from this early
bloom of sunrise
I see in my window
the dawn of another light
my past once again
was kept silently hidden
underneath its bough
like a spirit wiping off
the dust of the past…
there is no sympathy
as the sun sees the break
of another lovely day
it lessens once more
the days of my stay
here on earth…
it hurts to feel that
I will have to leave
this beautiful life soon
without knowing
where I will go".