Desparatus
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read
By Manuel Ortega Abis
I was not angry,
But my body curled up into a fist
To beat darkness
To its own death.
I was not lonely,
But my ears kept on ringing
To call attention
To a threnody of justice.
I was not afraid,
But my eyes saw the light at the end
Of a tunnel
Of a gun.
