Sad Reality… Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Life clothed in luxurious appearances,
Advantageous science without miracles or creeds,
grape reds that bathe the sordid dens
between smiles and tears without any glory.

Sinister gallery of the life that cajoles souls
like the mist of darkness in the lifeless streets,
dazzle material that annihilates hearts and blinds
the sun with ashen skies of sadness,
sometimes it's better to pretend that everything is
perfect while it hurts.

Unconscious humanity that only lies
But she fool no one while the opium runs
through his veins without tolerance or respect for existence,
dark delights and pleasures that fill the Self and
they deepen the anguish of a spirit in pain.

Nothing is worth the poison that flows radiating tears
in your emerald eyes intoxicated with hatred,
mental lakes of absurd pride that never
they lead to nothing of profit,
thought inverted in the trembling of fear that
finds no way out in the flock of dreams of a
entelechy of bitter abysses.

Terrible wonder of your dying saliva,
oblivion in penance of a mind that
crawls like a fainted ghost
on the shores of a last breath...

John Bisner Ureña.
Writer-Poet and builder of dreams.
'Believe in yourself, do not limit yourself,
or condition yourself.'
'Together building dreams of life.'