Nueva Inspiracion

Me dijeron que buscara a la luna para una nueva inspiración,

Pero la condenada se me escondió.

Estoy entre cuatro paredes y sin una puerta, solo una ventana que es muy pequeña.

Todo está oscuro a mi alrededor, solo una candela que mañana tendrá su final y solo su espelma quedara.

Hoy a quien le pido inspiración? Si la luna a mí se me escondió.

Aunque solo tengo una hoja de papel la cual tengo que cuidar como algo delicado, como una pieza de valor, pues solo ella es mi salvación.

Tengo un lapicero azul el cual su tinta se termina, y necesito una inspiración antes que se acabe todo lo bueno que tengo yo.

Pensamientos, dulces, tristes o amargos, entren a mí para yo poder salir de estas cuatro paredes que me mantienen prisionera.

Solo un poema, una nueva inspiración, me podrá sacar de la soledad negra a que esconde a este corazón,
pues sin una inspiración, todo morirá sin ninguna explicación.

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