Esther............ (1) Poem by Gabe Mendoza

05/30/17

O, in comes the nearing summer!
Does pain come along with the rain?

Jew FlOwEr, JeW FloWer,

For a moment I lost sense of your power.
Somewhere within my darkest hour,
I heard sounds from an old bell tower.

Sitting down alone in my chair,
Inside the, "Secret, Shadowy cell! "
Rotting death no longer fills the air.
The icy cold feeling I called Hell
Is replaced by strands of her hair.

JeW fLoWer, JeW flOweR:

That's what I'll remember.
When will I see your eyes again?


06/13/17

Innocence lost and purity gone,
Youth to age they say it's done.
But what if she came in a dream
To turn the Fountain into a stream?

Eternally flowing through the heart,
The secret is that we have no start.


06/15/17

Relaxed, freed, chilling DeaTh follows me.
Somewhere in the dizzying world was thee.
Can two cold hearts mend between a fence,
When Summer's flame flickers indifference?


06/30/17

Show the world her sweet and delicate face!
How it fades away between time and space.
Oh God. No! I'm going back to that place.

For I said these words once before,
I swear to her it will be nevermore!
EsTheR..... EsThEr...... welcome:
It's your face I forever see at home.

Nor East or West, the sun doesn't set,
Past the horizons a fiery moon shines bright.

Walking along the sidewalk with regret,
The ReD from afar pulls me back into the light.
This is the last time I put my name in her heart!


07/12/17

Dawn, and then the morning. The DaRkNess dwindles away.
Somewhere in the City her feet leads wandering, left ashtray.
Somewhere in the ToWn he sits impatiently for another day.
Darkness, and then the morning: Dawn says it was yesterday.

How could two people leave each other behind,
When it felt right in their hearts and mind?


07/28/17

And my days waste away,
Inside of this moral decay.
Will I see your face here again?
Or am I stuck carrying the pain?

Pieces to the puzzle that I question,
It's leaving my heart in oppression.


07/30/17

Myself is bottled up in these jars;
I was close to being behind bars.
I am standing here on the bridge,
With letters that were unabridged.

The stars, the endless night said we were Brooklyn bound,
Now the weight of emotions is crushing me by the pound.