It feels like I could hear yours cries
I dream just to meet you my child...
Yet no sign
Nerves got the best of me, no doubt no lies.
You cant imagine feeling this defiled,
Still no peace of mind.
Stored my love for you
Even though, we haven't met, not yet...
But for some reason in a row
A dropplet of hope keeps me in check.
For now, holding on to a could have
A memory that should have
Bring forth you, my good half...
YOU ARE READING
The Genez
Poetry"The Genez" focuses on the authors frame of mind or mode of consciousness. The word "Genez" used in the title of this piece is a Hebrew derived word, which means treasury. (One must be able to can meditate, what ever they are reading)- M. Mendez
