La Soledad of Missing Memorys

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This a short poem, wrighten in both spanish and english to give life to bothe sides of this inner battle, that haunts the mined only at night. when you have had supressed memorys and parts of your past torn out of you and lost. Its about the empty space that is left, the hollowness oftern felt more during moments of solitude or when the mined is in its weekest state. late at night, when you just cant sleep.

La Soledad of Missing Memorys

Otra noche mas
Just another night
¿Oh sanidad, donde estas?
Exausted, giving up the fight

Sin las fuersas, sin el deseo de seguir
My voice cracs threw the silent wisper, please...
Sin esperanza, el valor, ya no puedo fingir
My soul reaches threw these empty eyes as i fall to my knees

Como lagrimas, corren las gotas de sudor

Hounting fears and regrets wont let me be
Sin las fuersas para llorar y expresar el dolor
Memories yanked and ripped out from the deapest parts of me

Me undo dentro del vacio de mi corazon
Into the familiar darkness that lingers so deep
Encontrando mi pasado arrancado y mi alma en desolacion
Every thing is gone but the silent precens of what wont let me sleep

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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