Distressed Poem by Rafael Cazares

I am searching, longing for a place
I may be misrepresenting these reflections,
but feelings, are at times distant and foreign
and difficult to understand.

I'd let myself loose upon a labyrinth of woods, carelessly(alongside freedom) ,
and let my psyche ravage in these playgrounds
of the Mother and Goddesses of Nature.


Mastering my Eyes, Making silly people laugh,
Herbal pleasures, Slacking underneath a tablecloth,
Soon I'll be exposed, and then
Obliterated.
The sprouting of distant futures begin here,
with these pretty girls that smile, more than happy to caress my tears.

This does not comfort.
We search,
Search,
Search,
Like the ancient pioneers of the seas,
Searching for the golden secrets of our world.