Nostalgia

At the core exists his emptiness
Spineless unrest smothers him
All due to nature’s wavering obscurity
And stumped awareness of inherent security

Fear took charge and penetrated his inner skin
Seeped into his veins 
Then settled in marrow
And so his depth became shallow

Now hostage to self loathe and pity
He finds no way home in the big city
Far from palms and salt air
He missed the signs that spelled beware

What lies ahead he has to bare 
In order for a single soul to care
And for awhile, 
the nightmares
Is all,  
he can share

As he walks, he looks down
And the pavement becomes his landscape
And in it, he would escape
And wish it would seal his fate

Uuuufffff!!!!

With his journey now at stake
He knows home he can’t remake

And so he daydreams

Vivid images of platanos y yucca
Begin to form his mental palette

He salivates to thoughts of yaniqueque, tamarindo, cereza
Y la sonrisa, de Teresa!!

His world would change if only,
“un poquito”
De coco, zapote, chinola
Hay que rico!!
A Presidente dressed in white,
Ay caray!!
He so misses his mai and his compay
His porch, 4 chairs, and his game table
Hollers of pin tin tin fill the air
oye loco, pasate con ficha!!  capicua!!!
Ta trankao!!
He’s elated !!
Chills run down his spine
He’s alive!!!

His skin begins to swell 
As he reminisces to the quiver of the guira
Se engranoja, from thoughts of pambiche y mangulina

Uuuuuufffffff!!!!!

He climaxed and found solace
Home was closer than he thought
Home he carried with him
He’d found the secret of shedding light to his serenity
And within, he found
Su dios!!
Su patria!!
Su libertad!!
And saved,  his sanity

-Salvador Martinez

absenceemotionsencouraginglonelinesslongingfree verse

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