Night, Thy Too, and Betrayal Poems by Teresita Blanco

Night

by Teresita Blanco

The thing that I dread the most

Is to see you and speak;

I desire no more,

Just release me from your hymn.

I am depleted and tired,

Abandoned by thee, Nemesis,

No more, your righteous Indignation.

Filled with horror,

Is the song, which I sing.

I beg for deliverance

From this night child.

You know what I seek!

Call forth the storm

Alleviate our woe;

And end this tune.

Thy Too

by Teresita Blanco

Filled with rage

And agony,

I seek thee.

Take the king

From this city.

I cannot walk.

My heart grows hard.

I seek your furious song.

Filled with empty screams

I whisper hate,

Born from your deeds.

Betrayal

Who was the last to stab me?

I feel it hard and strong,

Take my mask

Erase the past

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