Abel Obando Poems
|1.||Her Game, My Play, An Intruder Won.||2/26/2009|
|2.||Answer For A Missing Question, My Only Chance||2/26/2009|
|3.||Driven, Worried Without Words||2/26/2009|
|4.||I, One Among The Gods?||2/26/2009|
|5.||A Creepy Idea Of My Own End||2/26/2009|
|6.||Alone, Gone For So Long||2/26/2009|
|9.||A Nobody Picture||2/26/2009|
|10.||Words From Coffee, Cigarettes And Me.||2/26/2009|
The game started
at the same instant i got stressed.
people around me, called by me friends,
do not have a clue of who i really am,
and try to understand that even if it is my fault,
i am not looking toward this situation,
it is just the way i am.
Some could think this is just because of depression,
it is the kind of life i've created for myself,
in some way i never get hurt and always get damage
but and the end of the day nothing is sustained,
and by the next morning a blank space in my head is created.
some-days suicide may be an...