ONE POEM – Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Posted: January 1, 2013 in Fiction, Poetry
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The grandeur of my thoughts

lifts me to places I cannot climb

in the real world.  I see things

others are too blind to see.   In

the real world my hands are

tied.  In my thoughts I can fly

to heaven and I bury my head

in soft clouds.  I talk to my

guardian angel who calms me

down when I go insane.  In

the real world the sky is too

high and I remain below.

Mist fills my eyes.  In the real

world everywhere I go is

nowhere.  Armies conspire

against me and madness is

everywhere.   In the grandeur

of my thoughts I am made

of steel and I can do anything.

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