Kelly Rivas Chacon Poems

Late night conversations with the demons I name after my emotions keep me up at night like a teenager on the brink of love and suicide. We talk about one night running away and one day waking up in the middle of the best of no wheres.
But the best of no wheres is no where to be found. My only option is to run away, but this darkness this sadness is in me in the depths of my mind where my demons are. Where the torture never ends where the suffering lives on
I try to cover up these scars with smiles built on lies. I've become immune to love and yet what people waste and take for granted I hunt and scavenge for it as if searching for water in the depths of some desert. But my throat becomes dry, and my lips become numb. My skin becomes cold and my flesh turns to white
Seems as if all has disappeared. But what is there really? Just a million souls wandering silenced by fears.
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