A TRIP WITHOUT RETURN

My Poetry:

Los Restos de un Humano

In my trip to this world,
 the sky falls down as it sees my fears.
 I don’t want to turn to the mirror,
 because I’m someone else I’ve never been.
 
 I’m tired of being manipulated.
 I’m sick of pretending that I’m a good mannered kid.
 I’m rebel and I can’t pretend anymore.
 I can’t fake that I have no feelings; I do believe in love.
 
 People criticize the way I talk,
 the way I dress and walk.
 I want to escape and never turn back,
 I’m tired of appearances; I can’t be who I am.
 
 Too many times, I have asked the Lord,
 if someone loves me, because I see no one with me.
 I wonder if there is someone alone,
 so that way we could share our worlds.
 
 I’d like to be remembered one day,
 I don’t want to die thinking I’ll be forgotten.
 I change my mind and many times, I don’t know what to do,
 because I’m sensible and I fear to be hurt.
 
 People talk about me, they just say trash,
 I have never heard that someone loves me; I give up.
 I believe it would be better to take off and never come back.
 I can’t swim against the sea tides; I’ll let myself drown. 

2009. Adric Ceneri. All right reserved.