Celullar Cruise I: Five Poems

A cruise on mental repercussions

I.
What am I supposed to
do with a love i have
never found yet?

I know it's within
me, wanting to
break free,

but is always
captive to
fear.


II.
I am highlighting the moment:
Ours is a friendship not dictated by force.


III.
Tonight I am losing grip,
and I could hold on to no one
except God.

In this moment of uncertainty,
I cast my doubts aside and bank
on my faith in HIM.


IV.
DEATH-a sinister,
perhaps a nasty traitor
to the fountain of anima.

Dashing a little particle
of its fine, well-crashed feather,
it looms even to the tiniest
of holes and the deepest
of trenches.

And if only he could listen,
he'd tell you how much
he longed for those unkind
words to be spoken.

But he can't do it now,
and even before.

For who would have the guts
to ask someone to speak
what he wants to hear?
That would be demanding!

DEATH is a universal
truth, no one can fully fathom
until some one goes away.

And it will still remain,
undeniably.


V.
Ray of light enveloped
me cold,

surging, flirting through
my veins.

Second later, felt I'm in a
deep trance.

Piercing hard around
my destiny,

was a misty cold air
breathing fire.

Couldn't move. Numb, in a
deep trance.