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Carmelo Huertas Poem
I am alone filled with the pain of love. My mind replays every moment with you as
bittersweet words echo in my ears. My chest tightens, and my throat narrows. I choke
back the tears and can barely breathe. I cry, but find no relief. Why must I suffer so
for loving you?
The days are long and deliberate and they conspire with my soul and heart to keep me
captive to you. I cannot break free from the net that you cast upon me. I curse you,
but find myself whispering your name, begging to be near you. I hear your laughter and
smell the sweetness of your fragrance. Each thought punishing me physically and
emotionally. My mind no longer my trusted friend.
I tremble. The pain within so deep it hurts beyond description. I cannot control it.
Overcoming me at will and muting my desire to exist. Do you not know that I love you?
No, it is a feeling much deeper than that. Words cannot fully explain it and few
understand it. A love as deep and meaningful as the love a mother has for her child. As
unexplainable as the homage the punishing waves pay upon the shore. Or when you looked
at me and I could feel your love. How could you walk away? How could you hurt me so?
Each day I struggle to find the strength to begin anew. To find the strength to pluck
you from my heart. But each day I fail. Despite the pain, I cannot resent you and I
cannot forget you. You are woven into my being and I can never stop loving you. Won’t
you look upon me once again, if only for a second?
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Copyright © Carmelo Huertas | Year Posted 2005
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Carmelo Huertas Poem
A child weeps, but there are no shrieks, only muffled, shallow breaths
Pain distorts her face,
Eyes tightly closed, shielding her from further discomfort
Tears flow freely down the soft, pink cheeks, and disappear
She speaks but her words are not understood, they are not recognized
Quietly she suffers, as she cannot reveal the source of her pain
The pain is now her companion.
Is there no hope? No end to the pain?
She senses a presence, a scent
Instinctively she turns, knowing that soon, if only for a moment, she will feel safe
Strong, soft hands, wipe her tears
The gentle caress reassures her, easing her pain
Her face rests against the muscular shoulder, but her weeping continues
A giant hand stretches across her back as fingers adroitly caress and hypnotize her,
Warm, moist lips lovingly touch her,
She senses a heartbeat; the warmth and safety of love surround her
Her companion agonizes,
As the child’s safety is now her misery
The companion reaches deep within her, forging agony and despair
She trembles with pain,
A pain so deep seeming to have no end
A loud shrill pierces the air, and her hands move upward grasping for relief,
Trying to ease the pain,
In vain she tries, again and again,
The hands gently pull her closer, the rough stubble brushes against her
As the warm breath rhythmically showers her,
Reassuring her she is safe.
Despite the pain, she begins to calm
Her breathing deliberate, the sobbing almost non-existent
Her hands resting upon his chest as she cuddles to him
She is safe with him.
The companion remains,
Awaiting another moment, another opportunity
But for now, at this moment, she rests
Believing in the love that eases her fears,
hands that will always protect her.
Copyright © Carmelo Huertas | Year Posted 2005
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Carmelo Huertas Poem
The darkness of the night brings with it a cold quietness and masks the day.
Shapes, sounds take on different meanings, different textures.
They are now strangers that we fear.
Our vision becomes more focused as
The silence eerily deafens us
The shadows stealthily accompany us through the uncertain path.
Each step measured,
Unsure if it will strike solid ground.
Traveling without direction.
Moving but yet remaining.
The thick darkness seems inescapable.
It chokes with every breath.
Despite the fear, darkness will give way to morning.
And the darkness will be swept to yesterday.
The morning may not be filled with the brilliance of the sun, or eternity of hope,
It may bring clouds of doubt
But nevertheless, brings forth a new, frail beginning,
Defined by the richness of our dreams,
Hopes, faith, expectations.
True reflections of our inner self.
Do not fear the darkness for it is part of the journey.
And throughout this journey, my love will accompany you,
And be with you when you awaken to the rays of light dancing upon your face
As they celebrate they birth of today and end of yesterday.
Copyright © Carmelo Huertas | Year Posted 2005
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