Memories Poem by Anabel Anguiano

I have a lot of memories
Of myself under that table
In that dark room.
I have weird memories
That I don’t know
If they are true.
Memories that hunt my dreams.
It makes me feel
I live in there.
In my dreams.
I have memories
I wish they were dreams.
Nightmares are too real in my mind.
I look up to the sky;
I get lost in the stars
Maybe there is a world for me?
Beyond this land,
Away from all this pain,
It hurts too much,
That it makes me wonder
If this is my real life.
I see the solitude streets
Going up and down,
An image flashes in my mind
And a hole in my heart.
Little things like this
Makes me doubt,
I am confused
It makes no sense at all.
I close my eyes.
Sometimes I hope
To never wake up
I would love to live in dreamland.
But then there are stars
In the sky that I can’t let go of them,
They are my only reason to open my eyes
…one of them is you.