Worry Keeps Every Wrinkles Poem by Antonio Liao

tangle sweat scratches every minutes
facing each direction, without limit
tell the night comes, where hope
stood withstand in the falling
perfume of the day

dried me in the sun, that catches
the humid cool breeze, thou nothing is
gone except the running face down
into the ground where i stand

a little discomfort browse my tired face
looking tame but wild, stubborn yet
calm, watching the horizon with puzzle
eyes telling the whole day to rest