A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
No matter how old I grow, facts remain facts.
At times I wonder If one day I´ll overcome it.
I reckoned his leave, day by day, bit by bit.
Love´s the odd number he numbly subtracts.
Opinions about-face when my mood oscillates.
My mind´s in trouble. My memory obfuscates.
Hold-on awhile! The system now recollects:
“You´re the one your father neglects!”
Innocence is lost...
Anesthetized by frost...
All, at what cost?
Damn these suffocating panic attacks!
They´re the ones busting these cracks.
It´s been over a damn year now...
Turns-out I survived. Don´t ask me how...
Emotional safeguard´s violated...
Moral fiber gets dilacerated...
Was maturity really emancipated?
Or was tender infancy desecrated?
Opinions about-face when my mood oscillates.
My mind´s in trouble. My memory obfuscates.
Hold-on awhile! The system now recollects:
“You´re the one your father neglects!”
Innocence is lost...
Anesthetized by frost...
All, at what cost?
Dreams and I don´t seem to relate.
As bleak nightmares blatantly procreate.
The anguish lingers unbridledly. “Why do I procrastinate?”
My fears have coerced me into a melancholic state.
“What is there to do?” “Shall I accept this noxious fate?”
All Rights Reserved - 2007 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
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