15 Poem by Eduardo Jacobo Miranda Garcia

I wake up in the middle of the night
thinking of a nightmare full of light.

I dreamed of dead kid in the middle
of a completely white black room.

I still think of the world in
big situations.

I'm scared. Who isn't scared?

The laughs of the world make me happy.

Someone jelling of joy touches my heart.

The blood and love that runs
through my brain remembers me to live
a life with happiness and not depression,
doing something.

This is why I'm happy of turning 15 years old.

(SMILE)