He vented to his genie
Of his great dispair.
About the love he blindly lost
And wished he could repair
“Now genie for my final wish
I pray that you dont miss
And take me back into the time
in which I reminisce.”
He laughs and lifts a single hand
Thats balled into a fist
He waves his pointer finger out
And states he cant assist.
“I cant correct the love you lost
You reap what you have sewn
But If you wish to have your sun
You must do it alone.”
He heard the words his genie said
But held in all his tears
He raised his head to look ahead
To a road thst isnt clear…
Poetry Written By Jacob Armendariz 