
HISTORICAL VERSES, PART ONE
I’ve been searching for the words to fill the silence,
and I realise the time has come at last,
to finish all this work that lies besides me,
to hide the truth behind flamboyant lies…
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I searched for that brave soul that would instruct me,
and teach me two plus two don’t equal four.
I’ve tolerated muses’ bad intentions
as they run naked out the garden door…
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I’ve learned so many things yet I’ve forgotten,
that in my deepest thoughts a child exists,
that’s always been the victim of my cruelty,
that’s always been the real forgotten me…
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I dreamt of aging wild and without dignity,
after all what is there to be dignified in this,
in this life we must take more than we’ve given
and I’ve given more than what they stole from me…
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What’s in my head I’ll never put on paper,
there’s always something lost one can’t replace,
I’ve picked up arms and violent adventures,
yet somehow I survived to forge ahead…
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C.2023, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 24 JUN 2023, Valencia, Spain
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You’re a strong survivor, and this poem reflects that.
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Thank you so much Dawn!
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