Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal- A Poem

I see my mind
in a flame of perfume
burning to the center.
I see my mind
in the wrong hands being
put to rest in a dark hole.
I see my mind
in room full of snakes, a
gift for the undeserving.

I see my mind
made weak by those who
have a head for torture.
I see my mind                 
where it does not belong
encased in a glass box.
I see my mind
broken and about to
burst like the sun.

I see my mind
ready to fall like a
lost ancient city.

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