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…
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…
Escapism. Is that even a word? It might be since autocorrect didn’t suggest anything differently and there was no tell tale red line underneath. Now what is the point I’m trying to make by starting with that particular word? I’ve been going back and forth in my mind thinking of ways to better myself mentally…
Mind Never Mine by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/14/2020 I’m mortified by what fear has molded me into becomingThere’s a bipolar uprising between choices of sloth, yoga and runningI want to pull out my hair when I’m torn from my routinesI feel guilty for no reason or maybe several and never know what it means Why…
