Path Through The Pain Poem by allan macli borges

The earth changes every minute beneath my feet
From the deep arise mountains that I can’t reach
I feel the swallowing whistle of the hurricane
As the ground opens below tearing down my blame
The man who lives misnamed the wind is calling
While the walls grow up from the deep sea
The stars are shooting down and the sky is flooding
The eye of the hurricane stares deep on me
In the unrest lookup my eyes had got a hash
Turning around so hasty... could I forget my past?
The ghosts that follow me never have a doze
Avenger angel’s steps in the shadow tapping
Offering to me a cup of my inner thoughts
But I cannot swallow it without gasping
Nothing compares to the weight I’ve brought
Dissipate the mist for me to see the ending
Of this dreary and dull path that I must walk
That takes my soul into the sleepless land
The sun of equator burns over my prettiest sins
Where I made my ponderings seated on my free will
That one that falls into uncountable pieces through the trail
I have no longer gain by follow these streams
Maybe I drown into my vanity as Narcissus finished
The day the embrace of Nemesis shall come over me