As We grown older and I dare not wonder by Teresita Blanco

As We grown older
by Teresita Blanco
 

Time slowly drifts away

and we soon realize

that we grown older.

Our backs are bent,

our hearts are broken.

What did we struggle for?

Youthful tomorrow

becomes yesterday’s sorrow.

As we grow older,

we see the child walk forth

and cry out in hunger.

Who will console the child!?

Useless pretences

that excuse our webs of vengeance.

The confusion we created

in order to never admit

the fact that our youth

has grown farther.

As we grow older

we see the tender neck,

the softness of the breath,

but our hearts only grow colder.

Who will console our sorrow?

 Yesterday’s horror

now haunts our mind

with bitter morrow.

Time drifts slowly

with rapid furnace;

obliviously we wonder

whose wrinkled

hands stand before us,

the grimace

in the mirror.

As we grow older

our past delusions

becomes our resolution.

Who will console the child?

Who will appease our sorrow?

All those days

awakens tomorrow.

we cry out in horror

no more !

I dare not wonder 

by Teresita Blanco

I dare not wonder

foolish things;

for I fear

they are nothing but sins.

I pray to grow stronger;

not to die in shame

….or at least

stay unaware

of this wound, 

bleeding the crimson sorrow

from my chest.

Who was the last

to stab me ?

I dare not wonder…

I pray for the sorrow

to make me stronger

…or at least

to grow so numb 

 so that I may

overlook

that silver-crimson handle.

I dare not wonder

such foolish things;

for I fear

to find out who

it was who stabbed

Me last.

The pain… the woe

Bleeds forth

filling this crimson fountain.

Let my enemies

Drink forth the fountain

my life, my hymn.

I dare not wonder

For they are nothing

but sins I fear.

Such Foolish things!

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