you are taking my lungs

Every time I sleep,

On the day, I inhale

Smokescreen to darken

The images I see

Reflections on my 

Rem sleep.

Would you leave me alone?

You, false images

Of what I think I need

Of what I miss.

Again, I went to sleep

And you were there.

"leave please!"

On every breath I take

My dark lungs scream,

And darken again.

I don't want to sleep, no...

And I need to take a break.

Lo creo.

No concibo matorrales,

No arbustos, no flores.

Tallos, y hojas,

Simples, funcionales, toscos.

Sobreviven, intestinales.

Gulturales, se arrojan.

Sin licencia

Cual planta entre baldosas,

Imprevisible, 

Pero natural,

Sobreviviente.

Irrefrenable, 

Irreverente.

No son árboles, no crecen altos,

No son bellos cual flores,

Son algo natural,

Son mi torpe expresar.