Theoretical Dissolution by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/26/2020 I’ve lost my flesh and have become a wandering mistFlowing neither here nor there in a calming eternally now abiding blissWith the time it took to journey inside my mind my body fell apart rendered useless from the pasts and futures unkind The essence of what was formerly…
She Dies in My Head by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/26/2020 I’m not going back to sleep I’ve woken up several times horrendouslyEach dream was filled with arguments and mirrors that showed me a past no one would ever envyMy nightmares were numerous in fact more than a few probably more than fiveIn each one of…
Locked Aways by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/25/2020 People always assume they know every dynamic part of our lives and are rarely rightThey just nod their head when you correct them or have to explain your own battles, failures or fright.I’m not like everyone else in more ways than noneI’m just incredibly good at hiding when…
There’s a reason my handle is TheKindGardener My therapists always said garden is therapeutic for people with ptsd and other challenges. So now I produce enough food weekly to feed ten neighbors 😉
Vengeful Dreams by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/21/2020 These nightmares are long, vivid, relentless and I fear never going awayThey quicken my heart, spark the adrenaline, fright or flight snapping my eyes open before it’s even dayI do what feels right, breathe slowly in and out to calm the constantly emerging sleeping anxietiesNothing seems to help…
Locked Inside by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/19/2020 We’re locked inside by rules and guidelines jailed to avoid dire consequencesIt’s been only a few months but near a hundred thousand people’s fatalities weigh heavily in our countries consciousnessWe know what’s best for all the rest is to remain in proper decontaminated distanceThis doesn’t matter to everyone…
Moon Tides by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/19/2020 There’s a force in my head that rushes powerfully in every possible directionIt builds then crests and can be possibly delusional or broken my adept precisionMy mind is electrical, charged and filled with persistent chatter or unruly noiseI turn my attention to silence, laying still, body not moving…
