Fear
There is no mechanism to ward off fear.
Sometimes it seems to float across the floor,
other is almost transparent, but here goes,
moving from the tip of the toes
to voice, cry or complaint
that dare not come from the lips.
Panic, so many things, is repeated day after day, night after night
with the same cadence
that of a clock ticking hours.
And there are no dreams of escape. Neither
possibility of escape.
follow suit with a bitter pain, suspicion
a spider you
chest and leaves your heart in her voice
and sweaty hands.
Perhaps a cure for the dim hope,
or maybe some medicine ...
But the eyes are lost in the river,
muted sadness transformed into anxiety
Cinderella and light weight belly bites you
melts in tears to irrigate a friendly shoulder.
Alone, terror, unless you know what, increases
sweat through the pores of the skin.
And incredibly,
you get used to living with him floating over your head.
When that time comes, from a corner by the window,
and afternoon storm blue,
appreciate your persistence cruel,
to make you feel, in its brutality, life ...
also phoned our friends: Encarna, Laura, Pepi, Carmen Mateo Anasagasti and . For them, thanks and a hug.
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