Poems from SophiaSaco
Let’s be blunt,
Suddenly all the lights seem too bright for me and
I can feel the sting of how the artificial lights burn
Burning a hole...
Padre nuestro que estás en el cielo, santificado sea su nombre -Por favor no me creas inútil o pérdida,Trato, estoy tratando de ser mejor....
There’s an alleyway in everyone’s mind where resides disease, hate, scars;
I am immune to the alleyway – I wave good morning into the dark...
The melting pot stopped melting because water can only boil so much when there are no additives;
I am not an addict, but I know addition.
I...
Inspired by T. S. Eliot’s The Wasteland
I.
My mind is numb at the thought of my well-loved scenery,
Not overflowing with yellow leaves,
But...