Bitter Phenomenon

Bitter agony, slamming at her chest,

No time for joy, no time for rest.

Her misery eternal, her battle doesn’t stop.

Roaming free, wanting to be caught.

For this crap, she fought.

Everything goes on.

Yet she can’t move on.

Chained to an idea.

Held back by thoughts.

So much lost.

Her heart is weak.

Her hear is soft.

But her mind is fierce.

Her mind is wild.

Her mind is driven by fire.

She has more than desires.

Things will transpire.

One day they’ll see the liar.


-M.A. Fernández

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved


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