A Voice into the Woods

Freaking me out at times
coming so slowly while it vibes
a voice confronting me in the silence
existing, not really, in the middle of my madness.

I know is you, the kind of you still alive in me
I feel you not being sure of who you truly are here
are you my shadow? The shadow of all my dreams?
The once greatest smile that I could melt my mouth and pleasure in?

...A delightful wind just trespasses me
air and cold hydrating my skin
the mist, the green are all over my senses
you are the power energy boom knocking down my sanity fences.

Ana Lía Casvar
Oct. 9th -2015