I know not what to write,
but what I write is for your eyes.
I see the world and its agony
and wish my spirit to paradise.
But I'm still here and see its pain.
I am lost within this maze
of so many thoughts and tears.
I see naught through this haze.
I seek to rest my mind
from so many feelings of doom,
and wait to see what happens next
in the solitude of my room.
I'm not alone. I know
someone looks after me
with wings of heavenly white.
It's true. It's not a fantasy.
Yet, I'm tired, my mind's on leave,
I can't think, nor can I write.
What I need is a break
from all the sleepless nights.
So with heart in hand,
this is my love I'm writing.
I will see you all that remember
that writing is love in giving.
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Author Notes
To all my friends, this will be my last (for the moment) poem. I'm taking a break. I need to work on my home. Thank you all for being there for me. I love reading your stories and poems. Wish me the best, so I can get out of this gloom. :)
Jose R. Rocha
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