Taciturn Victim... Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Only the sun smiles when the
day dies under a lonely old man
night that the moon envelops in
dreams full of bright hopes.

An alley twisted to the sound
of bells wrinkled by irony
sound of stingy rusty iron
run free in the submissive breeze
that from a balcony scream to death
deadly whispers filled with
sad boredom of zenith.

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