The Beast

The Beast short poem

The curves
of a dark alley
hide the secret
of long lost happiness.

My mind meanders
in the narrow paths
and a gush
of brackish water
hits my face,
chokes my thoughts.

I hear the cries
of memories
drowned there ,
which resurrect in me
as painful blisters.

I feel the dampness
of deserted dreams
yet another wave
of painful passion…

I feel
the cold hand
of sorrow on my heart.
dripping from its mouth,
ready for a violent kiss,
the animal
despicable yet loving
which never let go my hand
embraces me
with its dull blue melancholy wings………

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