Thursday, 20 October 2016

Poetry by Yvette Zambrano



Here lies me- one, two, three
Laughter shared with tears
Can anyone hear how the clown smears his name?
Sharp knives, in room 29
I now bleed in blue
It wasn't at all how I pictured it to be
Let me go, I beg of you
Now response, all I see are red lights
Give me back life
I might just do this line
Not sure who i am anymore
All I see are trapped doors and checkered boards
Madness and insanity
Pointed at my temple, but I didn’t tremble










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