A curse

My fingers are runnning through my mind
searching for that specific part,
tearing away, ripping the thoughts apart,
thoughts that used to make me blind.

I've been running away and don't know why,
nor do I know from where or what;
but right now I am tired, I will halt,
and put an end to my silent cry.

Once again tearing the visions away ,
I close my eyes trying to forget;
my body tenses, ready to meet my threat,
I turn around and see myself astray.

Walking down a path I do not seem to know,
still picking out a few thoughts from my soul;
I continue to find the calm that I myself stole,
and once again, through my soul, life will flow.


Luis Madriz