the poet inside the cage.

i loved it here when i hadn’t have to beg for simple human decency,

now i can’t even look at your eyes,

i feel defenceless at that fallen angel stare,

because mine is a paiting made by bursts of thunderstorms

and crashing-striking ocean waves,

and i still love you, but you got me stranded in a caliginous dungeon

where the moths devour all my clothes,

the sense of freedom was priceless

the same as the peak of our fling,

you gave me a taste of liberty

just to lock me back in my comfortable slammer,

you gave me your endearing love,

then you took it away from me as you felt it was enough humiliation,

you collected each one emotion 

and left me alone in the dark without caution,

you made me your most valued hostage

and you hid the golden key to get out of the cage,

what a rare place to hide a wishful poet,

recurrent spiral method,

tortuous mechanism for apprehend me like a gaolbird

believing in the hunch of you coming back to me was my only serious crime,

but there’s no enough punishment for my endless loyalty,

i’m willing to pay the bribe,

i declined on my plan of giving my life to keep us alive,

maybe on another plane we were the greatest romance,

now i only write on sheets that end up in the trash,

or in the retina of somebody else who reads all my grief-stricken paragraphs.