The time has come that I must
undo imaginations and dreams
before I need to climb another round
of duties and those secret screams.

Time has come that I must
do away with faiths and pride
before desire to rise takes off new ride.

Time has come that I must
stop observing and understanding
before wounds cease paining and brain starts deliriating.

Time has come that I must
start preparing for my peace
and have proud to close all the chapters of live with ease.
Before the decay of memories of love
fall in the sedentary bed of roses and petal leaves.

The time has come that I must
declare my confessions in
the Poet’s Imaginings-
A mirror-like soul.