Kleptomaniac Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Dust in the wind so are the kleptomaniacs of
the life that undefined wander owners of what is foreign,
in the air they look like old soot that the rain scares,
daily story that changes is sowing sadness
aged from which 'naide' escapes triumphant.

Sons of God without a mother who loves them
reflect a dark body language like cloudy water in
irritating anger at stone blow that hurts in the
deep within a misunderstood human soul.


John Bisner Ureña
Writer-Poet and builder of dreams.
'Believe in yourself, do not limit yourself,
or condition yourself.'
'Together building dreams of life.'