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Antonio Guerrero Poem
whistles blare
gun powder in the air
lead pours overhead
I can't wait to feel my bed
I line up my rifle
breathe and squeeze
my orders are to strife
I run empty so I freeze
the quit nights are haunted
this conflict was unwanted
one more tally added; I can't mask it
make sure they spell it right on my casket
Copyright © Antonio Guerrero | Year Posted 2025
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Antonio Guerrero Poem
Deep in melancholy fields I sit.
Heavy with the thought, I'm pinned in place
The past, present, future wrestle in silence
A hill of happiness rises in the distance—out of reach, yet inviting
I notice that both sides are longer than the apogee
My legs tremble, not from the height but from fear
Fear of short-lived joy
Each step echoes in the silence I've made peace with
The steepness of the climb measured only by the memories holding me back
Past happiness pushes me forward
Every step is a battle, envisioning what the top must feel like and knowing the eventual fall
I carry the weight of almost and what ifs like stones in my pocket
The wind whispers names I've buried, moments I still mourn
But somewhere above, sunlight touches me—and for a second,
I remember warmth
Yet warmth flickers and fades
I'm chasing a feeling that never is enough
There's always more at stake, more moments to have
The gluttonous nature of happiness leaves me drained
I yearn for rest. To sleep
I fight myself to keep going, even though I long to stop
The hours pass so quickly I can hear Father time hum
To live life is to see what is next
At the top, the feeling is the same as in the valley
stuck between memory and hope
The only difference is the view; the future is clearer when seen with happiness
Part of me still wonders if stillness is surrender
Another part whispers "maybe stillness is strength"
This never-ending climb is for a glimpse of tomorrow
Revealing the mountains waiting beyond
Why can't I sit atop this one forever? enjoy this view?
Even when I reach the peak, I know the descent awaits
After seeing what lies ahead, knowing that there's always more to climb
This time I'll stop enjoy the view and wont carry so much weight down with me on this descent
Copyright © Antonio Guerrero | Year Posted 2025
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