I told you I ran out of words,
But that’s a lie.
The silence is my blanket
To keep me warm
From your indifferent cold.
I cannot fall into the illness of despair,
Depression must remain locked away.
My eyes are closed,
My breathing takes its own pace,
Surely the dream or the nightmare
Will make its appearance
With the answers I’ve requested.
I’ve been wondering at daylight,
Fully aware of my communication.
No matter who I ask,
Satisfaction avoids me at sight.
There’s no cease to my ached heart,
Neither to my turbulent mind.
There are only vague ideas,
Concepts that worked for others,
And the tools they managed to use
Are more than enough.
I’m not a complicated person,
Neither an ignorant one.
I’ve been searching for an element
For me to be able to bond.
At nights when everyone sleeps,
My soul roams to other worlds
Where my imagination is the key
To open my designed door.
Creativity shows itself by nature,
What the distracted mind refuses to acknowledge.
It’s really simple to grasp.
The matter that paralyzes me is:
It drives me nuts the time
I fear to pass me by.
I shouldn’t worry about a future misfortune,
That’s a huge mistake I know to avoid at all costs.
You see, I’ve been robed in the past,
More than once,
Making my art more difficult
To manifest itself in my life.
I learnt by the most painful way,
I’ve been in pain for years,
Yet I’m wise and stronger today.
I won’t make same errors,
That’s for sure those mad dogs
Won’t catch me again.
So please art, I pray to you
To enlighten me with your presence,
I’ll take good care of both of us.
By: Diana Arco