Sonnet 25 Without Knowing Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

Some secrets are hard to guard for ever
Because in our heart they keep on building
And while we wait for things to get better
They get the chance to control our living.

Many times the problems we feign to solve
By sayng words that sound inconsistent
And which we think the winters will dissolve
But truth always shows up more persistent.

Sinking in doubts is a painful mare
As their strange forces control our actions
Not noticing our mind that air is rare
And that our love calls are spilled in fractions.

Prisoners without knowing we become
And realize facts hard to overcome.
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