The Day Of The Solstice Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

Twisted by the power of a word.

Fingers that run through the imaginary,
Outlining the contours of an invisible shape.

Rivers galloping through the sky,
As I shed the torments that imprison my heart.

My pores, my beats, my eyes,
Are all put on hold,
As I await to be released,
On the day of the solstice.

The sun, the moon, the stars,
All witnessed my incarceration,
Yet as incompetents they cannot be described,
For my fate was all set from the begginings of time.

My arms bent and tangled in snake-like knots,
My torso twisted by this word.

A word utterly simple and easy on the mind

Two syllables inside it’s foundations:

Now understand, my yelp is a cry to the good,
And realize what you say after an encounter to be polite.

But one thing do not ever forget,
Don’t underestimate this monster,
Because of little matter is how many chains you tie around my neck,
And of no matter is how much venom you inject into my veins,
I will always,
Always,
Return…