It Is I, Poetry by Daniel Franco

 Genre: Rhyme, Relationship, Love, Romance

I’m not falling for that again
This time I’ll abstain
I don’t feel anymore pain
Only the memories remain

I’m searching for a word to say
I want to be discovered
I’ll keep doing it day by day
Even if it’s still covered

As I become intoxicated
This night is dreaded
By the sound I’m fascinated
And to the bottom I’m headed

No more counting dots
That time is over
Now it’s a new plot
I’m no longer a loner

The fire burns with rage
Consuming all with age
The smoke enters the cage
As some ink fills the page

Behind bars I await
Expecting someone late
Hurry up, you can’t waste
The time meant to create

All is right
The sky is bright
I won’t write
For it is night

It is I, Lucyo of the abstract mind.

 

 

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