A Poem by Abel Garcia

My life.


It's the same as always,


I have lost much,

And gained none,

I have been thrown backwards,

Why am i existent,

What is my purpose,


I have nobody there,

Not a soul to guide me,

The crimson has burnt away,

As it always does,

Only to return in years to come,


The bell tower is closing,

The wall standing has fallen,

Death to the soul,

Thats what i get,

Forget about me, i am already unfinished.


P.S. Happy Holidays.


      My Old Self

© 2010 Abel Garcia

Author's Note

Abel Garcia
this is simply me venting and i have no intentions to actually cause any harm, it is purely for the enjoyment of the reader.

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Added on December 17, 2010
Last Updated on December 17, 2010


Abel Garcia
Abel Garcia

Round Rock, TX

I am a Poet and Short Story writer from Austin, Tx. My writing is either A) Dedicated to somebody, and based upon a topic THEY will know. or B) The sad truths behind the world we live in, through my o.. more..