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Lucia Juarez Poem
I lose something at every step towards the future,
I don’t know what or may just not remember,
but I lose it evermore at every step
I can’t say why and I can’t say how for I don’t even know myself,
it’s a curse that consumes me more and more at my every step,
I see the future but I always lurk on the past,
I just wish that I could know what it was that I’m losing
I stare at the future and I reach out to it but something stops me,
a slug of my past drenching me in my pain not letting me leave this plain of former days,
I try to leave it behind but the mark remains,
and as I walk ahead I can’t help but look back once more,
I can feel myself being sent back to the beginning of this everlasting stroll,
It makes me wonder why I'm here in this sadden place
I can’t help but stop at where I am,
I just want to give up and let the past consume me,
but no matter how much I try it just lingers on me not letting me go back further,
It won’t let me go deeper into my former happier life,
It makes me survive another day no matter how much I don’t want to but it makes me regret everything,
It slowly takes a bit of me at every step along the frightful day.
Copyright © Lucia Juarez | Year Posted 2025
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Lucia Juarez Poem
On a hill far, far, away there lives a dead willow tree.
And if you visit there’ll be a girl, with long inky hair as deep as the darkest sky.
She wears long rags that are elegant and dances in the sowllow wind.
She comes every day with a beautiful dismay of light, then leaves when the sky turns to the deepest shade of moonlight.
But if you ask for her name she’ll point at a grave, then fade far, far, away as the wind shallowly presses on to a place too far away.
Copyright © Lucia Juarez | Year Posted 2025
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Lucia Juarez Poem
I watch as the days go by,
I can’t help but wonder why,
why was I the one chosen to live in silent pain, as the days by, they leave me alone in my everlasting pain
every day goes faster than the last slowly eradicating my conciseness,
I gradually go insane more and more every day,
I can’t tell the difference between reality and my reverie anymore,
I can’t tell real from wrong so I indulge in my dreams knowing they take me nowhere in my reality.
the days just keep passing by leaving me alone in the darkness of the night,
I stare at the stars dreaming of a life that differs from mine,
it’s a far-off dream that I know will never become trustworthy but I can’t help but dream,
for my reverie is the only thing keeping me sane, in this horrible little reality.
Copyright © Lucia Juarez | Year Posted 2025
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