Thankfully my brother didn't surrendered his life
I really don't know what to say to his daughter and wife
That event brought me here
My mother love me, but can't now keep me near
I was often silenced at first
Almost rejecting everything that will keep my pulse
Food, water, medication if only i can reject air
To make an end to this head that was so unclear
I saw a lot of me here
I know how hard for them too
Some are losing hope
Others not giving up trying to cope
To then i remember the pages that I've wrote
Most are poetry that are giving hope
I miss that passion and that feeling
Giving me a reason to fast track my healing
Now I have a reason to be alive and not to be dead
All I want now is to keep my body this head
I will be free soon and fly like a balloon
And I will write a poetry about the shining moon
"Come let's make love" those nymphs voices again
"Join us praise Satan our god" that demon shows begin
"No let's go to heaven and sing" what an angelical voice
"Hey let's play" clowns giving me a wonderful toy
"No, No, Never..." I told them "for now i'm such a big boy"
"Come let's write a story" a dead poet say
I followed him so quickly
And we began to write ...... an unknown poetry......
written: august 5, 2014 at 11:00 pm PH time
Mysterious Aries
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