by Manuel Osornio
They won’t stop.
Continually entering into this world
”Where do they come from?”
Between the surface of my eyes
All you see is how I died.
Empty reflections that won’t go away
Present nigh and day.
This empty fluid appearing and disappearing
Drowns my hope and I end up fearing.
This is what grief carries
The emptiness of different stories
Falling in the grown and disappearing
Into the past, always cringing.
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