Poem by Neneth Ramiro-Rondera
Shall I Dream Again?
Tell me where those stars now hide?
And where does the moon glance at night?
And where does the sun now shine?
When all things don’t look so fine?
Tell me how shall I know if smiles have glow?
That they aren’t fakes like bubbles’ blow?
And what of these thoughts that hurt?
Break, prick & flick
And cut like a knife?
In this desperate , weeping time
I just don’t know if I can be fine
It seems not me, really,
free but never the ex- “me”.
Cares unclear as fog
Cold, empty words, all bug,
If you can’t be with me…
When shall we together be?