I lost a handful of
poems
to the winds of
creditors blowing at my door.
Trying to escape the
constrictions
I erased half of my
heart,
a third of my soul
a thousand and one
minutes of loving
the world,
of enjoying the sun
and the rain.
I saw a ladybird stretching
her wings,
and barely recognized
her.
In the turmoil of
figures blurring my eyes,
wanted to fix on the
black dots sparkling on those smooth red domes.
Got only red figures
staining my blackened mood,
my tarnished song.
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