No Names ©

Ben Bustillo – Prohibited its reproduction

I wish I could find the same devotion,

The one that almost all devoutly pray,

For most of all my life I've missed,

Were only pieces scattered in a heart of pain.

Once I looked around to check my face,

And traced the genes to the deepest end

In both sides from him and you,

To see if I missed one of them.

My face is a mixture of both,

Confirming my roots came from the two of you,

Why the pain, why the difference,

Why was I the only one?

The rest spoke grand memories and praised your road,

Why is it that they are the only ones able to see?

If I stretched the drawers of the good reminiscences bin,

Digging and wanting to find the peace,

Just bits of bitters shattering my inner soul,

Running streets and avenues of pain everywhere,

Who made me strong and the way I am,

And found nothingness, just the one long lasting silence to be…

Rancor could no rule me,

Hatred will ran away from my heart,

Just this ache that floated now and then,

In a half of my heart,

Rotten of sacred pain, looking for answers,

In here and everywhere.

Neither name I can pronounce,

But is only now that came about,

Because in the many years that I lived before,

Secretly were kept without venting out…

Anxiously wait for the end of the thought,

Calmly expecting the reconciling time,

Peace or forgiveness there are no needs,

Just waiting to when I could say both names…