The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

bicycle wheels are still turning slowly
children’s laughter echoing and cascading
i am on the floor crying and gasping for your help
you’re comforting me, but that’s not what’s most important



© Sofia Villagrana 2018

They
        
               Say
    
                          Good

                                      Man

                         Are

                 Hard

                             To

                                     Find

                                              I
    
                                Say
  
                      Maybe

      Perhaps
      
         We’re
                
                Just
          
                       Very

                            Good

                                 At

             Playing

                           Hide

                                   And

                                            Seek.

your voice is so calming and dull
monotone words that stagnant the air
but your presence doesn’t socially exhaust me
i need to stop and not get used to you my dear friend.



© Sofia Villagrana 2018