Poems: The Future, Get up, and So Very, Easy by Teresita Blanco

The Future
by Teresita Blanco

I fought my way toward you,

Yet, my words do not reach you!

I am chained to Shakespeare,

I am bound to Lord Byron!

I haven’t a say, nor voice.

Listen to my silence…

The echo of your dreams;

The nightmare you can’t remember.

Keep your Byrons!

Bun your Shakespeare!

You can’t see

Past your own hand.

You are blinded by your pride.

I fought my way to you!

But I failed to reach you!

Get up
by Teresita Blanco

I do not see

The point, why get up in the morning?

To do the same thing,

Routines, comforting.

The rebirth of yesterday

And yet we age.

No, two trees

Ever bloomed the same.

Our hearts counting,

The fates laughing.

We can never live,

At most we may hamper his prowess.

But I digress.

I must get dressed

For my last parade!

Up the marble hill

We all go

To hear the last lies

Of our beloveds.

They never shared.

They never dared

To open this black box

Filled with maggots,

Worms and a hint of eternity.

So Very, Easy
by Teresita Blanco

It would be

Far too easy.

Red, black, yellow, white…

Choose left or right.

The eye flees

From the shadows.

It refuses to see

In the darkness.

The hand trembles

Seeking the on switch.

When the light returned

The eyes got blinded.

The eye cannot see

 The mouth cannot speak.

“Who is listening?

Who is there?”

You can no longer tell.

Look, a rainbow,

Glowing in the darkness.

Its source, unknown.

Time for you to choose

Your bane, your chains.

Yes, it would truly be very easy!

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