Alfonso Siverls Poems

locked in a bubble
filled with despair and hopelessness
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I hear the echo of whispers
Of unknown souls
long gone and forgotten
Of those that have suffered
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Can you hear it
A growing vibration
In the underbelly
That is shaking the wall
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One person
Can start a group
One group
Can create a cause
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ain’t nothing hard about living
its just wakening up and going to sleep
doing what you have to do
to wake up the next morning
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I know I am odd
but I miss the old uptown
before the starbucks
and all the chic spots
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The old man in the city
Moves with the slow
Steady pace of an automatic walk
Seeing by not noticing
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My life story
is written on subways walls
take the Q train
read in passing
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I wonder
if it is the me i know
that you see
or just the shadows of me
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a silent voice speaking
a stream of consciousness
creating a rhythm of thoughts
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