Pulse Poem by Isaac Maez

Images alive feed my brain
never to be erased
painful and vivid, fast
joyful and blurred, slow
take these with a grain of salt
I will never visit this again
only in a rehearsed manifest
playing out my expected end
will it be today? always echoes
fear flash, fast forward
emotions that will end with me
subconscious screams of 'NO! '
closer to the finish, end of
far from innocents', what's that?
only my skin, keeps my secret
but that too will vanish, like all of us......