Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Free verse

Releasing Awful Photographs

I am sitting 
On a thing that I won’t bring
Outside the house
‘Cos here, it thrills my butt

And head bent 
Slightly, over this- 
Un-varnished table
Faded by time

I’m no-where, just here
For hours, imitating days
Facing what I must-
This fear of mine

But, if you 
See me, talking happily 
And with no fear 
Then you’ll see not 

The pen, flowing 
With deep sadness, for 
I’ve released- 
These awful photographs 

Of pain that caused 
My tears, without warnings 
To fall, ‘cos you know 
The sun went up 

Beaming- 
Upon me and I feel, doubtless 
I can survive- the next 
Heartache of this so called life

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Marycile Beer July 16, 2010 at 2:25 PM I can't handle any more heart aches like these last two. My problem is I don't think about what the future will bring like I dwell on what the past has brought. Thanks for the poem, Ernesto. God Bless, Cile