Every day something definitive moves closer...
Reality slips from my gasp and my thoughts drown themselves in nothing.
Every day you wait, never deciding what you want from me.
I’m a paralyzed memory among your thoughts, submerged in nothing.
Every day a brilliant light steals away at the shadows in my room.
Something when the day rises, I do not, nor do I open the curtains of thought, and still, your suspended memory promises nothing.
I am a shadow, and one day a brilliant light will draw me towards...
Nothing.
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Stephen Betancourt
poems have different melodies, which shapes their theme; they are meant to be read soft or in a strong voice but also as the reader please. SB will give poetry with endless themes just to soothe and warm the heart.
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