Aileen Figueroa Poems

It’s a dark gray morning,
The chilling breeze lets the rain inside my bedroom window
The plants are weathering away
Still reaching out for a last breath as it feels the cool water.
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It was a grayish and cloudy day as
I approach my apartment window.
Curiosity dare me to take a peek out
into the rainy streets of Brooklyn.
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As I unveil…
I have desired to go,
where the spirits never fails.
To fields where butterflies
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I leaned back on an old tree.
Full of memories and
held secrets on its branches
of heartbreaking lies,
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He...
He has already forgotten me.
I...
I remember him now.
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Help.
Wined me up.
My heart is beating
in a harsh way.
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Is it time for your departure?
Yes…..
Will we ever see each other again?
You know very well we will, one day.
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Rock, where are you Rock?
Where have you gone?
Don't you see I need you Rock?
Tell me where shall I go?
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In what seems to be a
Picture Perfect day,
the Sun was only there
for display.
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My heart is broken for I have lost
my reading red glasses.
I have looked all over for it.
On the sofa under the sofa.
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