Never Really Gone


I am back

Though I was never really gone

When it got black

Lights were still on

I never really left

Though I was never really here

When foggier it gets

More can I see clear

I haven’t been myself

Though no other have I known

When my book was on the shelf

I saw a soul had grown

I know I seemed silent

Though inside there was loud noise

When all energy was spent

Poetry was my poise

I know I kept on going

Though others thought I stayed

When the fire was unknowing

The muse within me played


Author: Ken “Bluetown” Trevino

Ken Bluetown Trevino is a poet, a playwright, surfer, father, and husband. He has a Bachelor of Arts in English from Incarnate Word College, and Associate of Arts in Behavioral Sciences from San Antonio College, and is currently working on his Masters in English at UT Brownsville. He has two daughters, one wife, four cats, one boxer (Duke), and a turtle named Shelly. When he is not working he enjoys reading, writing, and being with his family in Tepic, Nayarit, Mexico. Bluetown resides in Port Isabel Texas.


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