Far From Asepsis

This is one of the earliest poems I can remember - this is me trying to cope with heartbreak...

Far From Asepsis

A poem by Alejandro Manuel Espinoza

 

Painful allusions of what I’ve lost

Soft skin and gentle lips – memories stubbornly embossed

Memories of you I can’t erase

Blurred thoughts of your beautiful face

 

Lusting to hold you one last time

Numbness of apathy begins to climb

Lying to you with a smile

Your trust I defile

 

I tell you I’m alright and turn to the side

For a moment my face shows what I truly feel inside

Looking at what I have missed

My mind pleads to let your memory cease to exist

 

Denying the truth that we will never touch again

I wait for the pain that splits me apart to begin

Bleeding from the open wounds in my chest

My vision fades and I go into cardiac arrest

 

Whimpering on the ground as I begin to die

Never to hold you under a dark, raining sky

I stare in the mirror at these rotting orifices

They used to see so much, never seeing this

Why must your memory be a pathogenic disease?

Fading away, I thankfully die, on my knees

 

Author's Note

This is one of the earliest poems I can remember