Renewal… Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Alone and distressed I listen to the symphony of the rain,
sitting on the sofa without famous songs or flowers
lonely I remember my mother who left,
she is no longer in the true reality of
a beautiful life without her name and her presence.

Absence with thoughts that tear
the petals of the flowers in an existence without verses,
Dramas full of sorrow under a hidden cry
insensitive land of eternal calvaries where
no one will live forever like Gods of Olympus.

Feel revealing as a well-kept secret
perfect celestial art piece to be erased
like a withered flower that dries up in the fields,
no one is a piece of luxurious gold in eternity,
I wake up meditating on the place of the
flimsy that will disappear like a coffin
funeral that burns in the ashes of
the renewal that intoxicates the heart.

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