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A Poem by emipoemi

Envuelto en desdichas y dolores,

Hundido en neblina y negrura,

Acercando cada día a la locura,

 Sin ver colores, sin oler olores.


Los ojos que me miran no me ven,

Las orejas que me escuchan no me oyen.

La soledad y desazón me roen,

La languidez me hace su rehén.


¿Por dónde voy? ¿Por dónde he de ir?

¿Qué fin poseo yo en existir?

¿Al fin habrá en mi camino luz?


 ¿Quién soy por en lo nimio subsistir?

¿Quién soy por ser quien tiene que sufrir

Las cargas de tal lacerante cruz?


© 2018 emipoemi

Author's Note

The saddest and heaviest poem in my repertoire.....It's in Spanish because it was the only language where I could express those specific thoughts and vent those specific feelings. It essentially talks about the suffering I endured a few years back when I literally felt like I had hit rock bottom. Kudos to those who understand this as is.....if you don't, my advice is learn the language or imagine the mind of a poet who has hit rock bottom.

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I have read this before! That goes to show how good the musicality is because I remembered it like you would remember the melody of a song you once heard. I absolutely love it. I can only hope to write a poem half as good in this language one day.

The second stanza is my favorite. It especially flows like a song.

Really enjoy reading it

Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

So glad you did! Thanks for reading!

(Apparently I had written the translation some .. read more
H L Rose

11 Months Ago

Here’s hoping!
Que poema tan profundo y lleno de emocion. Ojala que todo mejora! And by the way I admire people who can express themselves in 2 languages! Great poem. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Muchas gracias!! Muy amable!! Yeah, this was written about 4 - 5 years ago, when things were rather .. read more

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Added on January 6, 2018
Last Updated on January 6, 2018
Tags: poetry, poem, solemn, solitude, sorrow, heavy




A shadow striving for a name in the backlots. (I don't delve into RR's unless you're willing to reciprocate. I'm a quid pro quo kind of writer. My expertise are for those willing to learn, and for .. more..