Devastated crystal territory

Devastated crystal territory
covered with twisted rags
of wind

with straight jacket
that has sand in the pockets
times torned by the moaning

the broken branches of a crying tree
have their sighs uneased

When the inner boy talked
I knew it was you
who were crying
behind the global closet

where a lost star is having fun.

© VĂ­ctor Luis Henrriquez Tenorio


Arts and expression + Poetry