Poetry by Alex Guzman

Edited by Ella Wu

The mournful sessions of woe

That lasts till the beams of radiance glow,

I look at you and throw a single rose,

Atop the precipice where I saw one go,

The dainty red that sits on your stone,

Angers me with dread of not letting go,

I groan and wish it was I who became bones;

Ever since, I am now my own foe,

I ask away to voices above,

For forgiveness of grievances, for I am benumbed,

My dears’ wails were instead answered by doves,

Death took one, my time beckoned to become,

The ocean breeze brings sorrows with ease,

And effortlessly drops me to my knees

Where whispers brought promises to me

“When the veil of night fractures, you will finally be free”, 

Released from shadows, blessed with glee,

Freely roaming, to when I first saw thee.