Crying in desperation
while trying to erase the sings
she stood in the corner of the room
pressing over her eyes.
The visions that carried the anguish
with power, magnified the fears
and the fears overshadowed her mind
while her tears rolled down endlessly.
Her throat felt tight
and the air felt thick
death felt so near.
Her lips dry-wide-open
devoured the pain
and the pain grew so deep
augmenting her distress.
Ruefully, she felt on her knees
while her stomach sank and caved
blubbering and screaming
she felt, so near, the end.
For hours she was in despair.
It might had been minutes
but the eternity was well felt
and as her tears dried out, she wept.
Swollen eyes and spirit thin
she had experience the pain
and to her surprise
this was not the end.
So she stood in her favorite corner
and the silence was all there
filling her mind with the emptiness
of her catatonic, depressive state.
By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés)
#carolinaswords – March 2017 – ©