Feeling Of Death... Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Sometimes I feel like dying and carry
That piggyback thought about the bleak
and dusty alley that sadly leads
to the dark infinity of my distant longings.

Staring at the ground contemplates the cold unease
of a man who reveals a Being with a soul troubled by
deep misgivings that are absent from the reflection of
an old mirror that makes a girded lock of silver shine
pepper that trembles with the caresses of the cool breeze.

Sad feeling on the face of a lonely old man who
wander without destiny or purpose just a body full
of cravings that creeps with the regret of time that
laments the smell to death that harasses him by
squeezing feelings full of tears that run pale over
the expression of his skin wrinkled stunned with
melancholy without any claim.

John Bisner Ureña.
Writer - Poet and builder of dreams.
'Believe in yourself, do not limit yourself,
or condition yourself.'
'Together building dreams of life.'