Four Painful Poems by Teresita Blanco

 

Resigned 

by Teresita Blanco

Tired and resigned

I now reside

Beneath this plaque,

Bearing my name,

Bearing my pain.

The woe ill gotten,

But not forgotten.

The marks in my chest

Bears the sword

That stabbed me last.

Incomplete

by Teresita Blanco

The heart forged a new torch.

With its heat, I might defeat…

Hissing Tempest

by Teresita Blanco

I cannot bear

Your foolish stare,

Those crimson eyes

Right now hides…

The hissing serpent,

The coming tempest.

Things grow so cold,

As we grow old,

The old torch

Lies forgotten, rotten.

Beneath this soil,

That we now toil.

Hear it uncoil,

The hissing serpent,

The coming tempest.

These empty streets,

Hides my defeat.

I cannot rise,

My limbs, my eyes

Become stone,

Revealing the bone.

I still hear the hissing tempest.

Cope with Hope 

by Teresita Blanco

Can we cope

With this hope,

Ill placed within

This faulty hymn.

Things (laid) forgotten,

Now (have) hardened.

Can we hope?

Can we cope?

Is this fate?

Is this hate?

My hands now tremble

Beneath this emblem.

It marks my grave.

It stains my name.

With this hope

I cannot cope. 

Copyright Teresita Blanco

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