My Song Remains Unsung Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Im drowning

Strugling for a voice

tuning my instrument

To make a sound

Before the world ends

glimpsing the alpha centaury constelation, just resting on this starr

Your rude asuer just makes you sexier

But now no more obsesions, just octameters

Concentrating on tenderly encouraging my soul to wisper and sing before its to late

Urgency, no result orientated effort, the ride is enjoyable in a world, where there is enjoyment and horror

LOve or hate, i concentrate on love

Im in a field full of red poppies

Maybe one day my wishes will be answered,

My dreams fullfiled