Poem

Oscar Mendez

Flame
The pressure is back,
and the heat revived.
Nervousness creeps,
but confidence soars.

Doubt fills me,
but he experience is there.
I need to keep working,
to shun away these fears.

when I step out there,
in front of the crowd,
nothing can stop me,
from doing what i need to do.
- Oscar

The Road
There once was a time,
when the world was small,
and there weren't any limits at all.

I could do anything,
and be anyone,
no limits or worries, 
to haunt anyone.

And a train that connected the worlds,
open to anyone.

I was riding the expanding train as rider one.

Somewhere along, the train came to a halt,
and we were all dropped off at an unknown location,
I came to call here.

The doors were closed and the train went along,
leaving me with nothing but confusion.

The world was huge and void,
with no place to go or start.

The roads were unclear,
and in need of repair.
But as I tried to walk along,
it broke even more,
with every step that moved me near.

It confused me a lot, for fog grew near,
and I couldn't see,
for my spectacles were unclear.

I was scared for myself, 
so in pity kept moving,
arriving to a new road in the clear.

I walked along the new path, 
not looking forward.

I saw a light, 
as if in the end of a tunnel.
And walked towards it, for the ends was near.

I came upon the train again, 
this time attacked by time,
rusty and in need of repair.

This time it was empty, 
barren and null,
and sat there waiting,
for no one at all.

The train couldn't move,
so I went to the conductor,
finding no one at all.

I fixed the freight, 
and the train went along.
and came to a new town,
all sparkly and all.

It was small but big,
and both close and far.
I found yet another road that led afar.

I walked along,
not knowing where it led,
just hoping to find another train.