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Next To A Tree - A Poem By Gian Carlo

I wrote this poem in 2017 before I moved out of Puerto Rico. It was one of my favorites.

 

From a far, what do I see?


A little boy crying next to a tree.


As I keep getting closer, my tie keeps getting tighter.


I kept walking because my father raised a fighter.


Vultures flying above me as if they were keeping me company.


They are only there to watch me fail like many.


Cold sweat in the desert.


The closer I get, the more it hurt.


Flowers of my past kept blooming behind me.


Is that life telling me this is a funeral or that I'm free?


Sun-rays gave me warmth when I could be burning.


The more I fail, the more I'm learning.


As I got closer, what do I see?


The little boy crying next to the tree was me.



-Gian Carlo

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