Short Poems: Prisoner, Mellow Yellow and Paranoid by Teresita Blanco

Prisoner

by Teresita Blanco

Peace is, but a distant memory,

We all now dance to his memory,

He sings such a grim song!

For how long

Must we toil?

Him, we cannot foil.

His will moves mountains.

Lift the curtains,

Behind it, you will see

The one true peace.

We can never live,

At most, we can only be.

Mellow, Yellow

 by Teresita Blanco

Oh, so tender,

Your warm ember.

I remember

A life beyond December.

This gripping cold

Makes us grow old.

You can never behold:

A face distorted by pain,

A Soul wishing to live again.

What is there to gain

From your stupid game?

You’re the one to blame!

Paranoid

by Teresita Blanco

Behind each shadow

Lurks a face,

For every whisper,

100 ears listen.

We all must bear

The same burden.

The sloth eating the just. 

 Copyright Teresita Blanco

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