Shadows Of The Past Poem by Felix Lugo

Part of me died. The love that existed within my spiritual heart has particles of disappointments that renders me numb for I feel not anymore but tear the moments that kept my other parts alive. I fear the last breath I take would be filled with such pain. For I am blind because life that I knew is covered by such darkness. I hear sounds through the dark. Whispers of opportunities. Shadows of the past. Yet I'm scared of what might unfold. I only wish I had a true home. I roam this earth for years and yet to find that light. Every night I pray for another day of chance. Something different. Something more. Before I lay to rest. -Lugo #inspired