Four Long Poems: Salvation Seems so Far Away, Frog Zebra, Sacrifice, and For 5 Years by Teresita Blanco

3/26/2013

Salvation Seems so Far Away

by Teresita Blanco

Salvation never seemed so far away.

To be saved… from what pains?

If living is such a burden

Then why do we fear death?

Keep us safe, as we walk

In this neon valley of death

Full of demons wearing

The mass of saints.

Cast off the masks

Of sympathy, irony,

Hypocrisy, pity, piety…

What is the truth

That will set us free?

Hear, my lord,

Come my lord.

Lift my cross

So that I may live again:

Without pain,

Without blame,

Without shame.

Salvation never seemed so far away. 

Frog Zebra

by Teresita Blanco

Poor little darling,

The body of a frog,

The face of a Zebra.

Poor lil Frog Zebra.

What skies have you seen?

My darling Frog Zebra.

Why do you look so grump?

Did you miss you fly?

Is there no more grass?

What skies, what pods

Have you seen, Frog Zebra?

Black as night,

With white stripes,

And wet behind the ears.

Frog Zebra, with the legs of a frog

And the head of a Zebra.

Are you a mammal

Or a cold reptile, Frog Zebra.

Always resting, so tenderly

On a fragile leaf.

Frog Zebra, you chimera,

When will it be your era?

When will you smile anew,

Frog Zebra, for the morning dew?

Sacrifice

by Teresita Blanco

With these bleeding hands

I raise you above my head!

Erase your fears,

I do not need your tears.

This is the death I longed for.

Say a prayer for me,

It will ease my forlorn.

The furnace calls

Beyond those rotting faces.

Ashes we must all become.

With these rotting bones

I raised you,

Do not shed a tear.

It is the grave you fear.

For 5 Years

by Teresita Blanco

For 5 years

I bled for you,

To see you smile, anew.

For 5 years

I slept in fear,

Bleeding to keep you here.

My morals discarded,

My pride forgotten.

For 5 years,

A River of blood

I bled for you!

And it was not enough!

Now an empty corpse

You bleed me again.

Why did I sacrifice

All those years?

Was it to make you cheer?

Now that you don’t need me

I lie here prostrated, discarded,

Like some child’s broken toy.

Yes, there are many more to come.

But, alas, I am undone.

Why did I bled

For all those years

That seemed an eternity.

Those nightmarish 5 years

Never seem to end!

I still hear their screams,

They echo forever in my dreams.

And though I am home,

I carry their blood

In my wounded heart.

For 5 years

I bled for you!

But you won’t bleed for me!

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