I didn’t always had a tearful look,
– That… today, I carry and I have.
Then a dark time came with evil,
To weaken a strength’s retrieval.
I laid on an empty swimming pool,
Staring at a amazing, glaring sight.
Likewise, I sat at a pedestrian zone,
Thumbing up to my first hitchhike.
I sweetened my weeping on sleep,
On a cheapened and forged grin.
I was contented in a muddy river.
To be sentenced to the sea green.
© RICARDO SEXTON