Metastasis

Where has everybody gone?
Why everybody left us alone?
All my feelings have fallen
through a hole in the pocket of my soul
My eyes see you, but I can´t follow you
I hear your voice coming through a broken telephone
And all the songs I used to hear
are just noise through my headphones

Where are all the shivers that went
through my spine so much time ago
that touched every fiber of my body?
What happened to all the games we played?
are they buried in the backyard of our minds?
Who took away all our memories
and used them to write empty stories?
Who shut up the voices in our heads,
that show us where to go as we were hanging
from a weak and thin thread?

Who will extirpate the cancer that sicks ourselves
and kills every sensitive cell of our brains?
Who will be our surgeon in such a hard surgery
cause it´s easy to end with the creases in our faces
cause it`s easy to fight against the gravity of the ages
but our minds and souls grow old, and we lose
all that things that made us feel alive
what´s left for us, if metastasis has made it´s way?

 

Porque nos sentimos impelidos a huir de todo,
cerrar las fronteras del cerebro,
bverlo todo y no hacer nada,
seguir juntos en soledad...
un grito mudo de mi alma surca mudo, sin eco...
metastasis de la humanidad,
canibales creo?
negados a poner la mano para tapar la herida del otro...
ojos que sangran
dolor que se reproduce
metastasis humano
un cancer de indolencia ue debemos estirpar
y hacer resurgirnos juntos
a un muindo mejor...
solo con mi soledad
mi lama gritando
y todos sumidos en el marasmo de su egocentrismo
cunaod la vida se contruye juntos...
un abrazo Rael, la poesía no tiene patri ni idioma, y surge y atrapa losmcorozanos, las almas se comunican porque en todos los corazones late sangre y en todos los cuerpos brilla un alma ...De corazón José.

 

Gracias por comentar!
¡Que gran verdad dijiste Príncipe! la poesia es universal y habita en todo humano,en cada pequeña y gran cosa de la vida y de la naturaleza.

 

What is left?! is obvious you need an appointment with your therapist! . No, i think every line in your poem is valid, every question is good, i remember i had to just bounce a freakin ball away from the wall...in those Atari games, what da hell happened?!! ..where did, all the blood, all the violence come from? --- wall street..jeje, good poem.

 

Excelent poem it's a pleasure tu surf your inquieries along the lines...

XOXOXOXOX

 

RazzYes, it's very true what you say about the games! As always, the wall street guys
Thanks for always taking some time to read me poroeta!

 

Thanks a lot for surfing trough my poem