When I Close My Eyes

By Marcos Corleto

“When I Close My Eyes' is a story told in poetic form about heartbreak, love, sex, drugs, alcoholism, and many other forms of paths to self destruction. Every poem in this book represents everything I ever wanted, and everything I never wanted. This book isn’t to role model. This book is to speak the truths, my truths. Join me in this poetic nightmare

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781664132917

Marcos Corleto

Marcos Corleto is a Native American young man. Born in the small town of Fallon, Nevada. Currently living on a small Indian Reservation known as Reese River aka Yomba. Marcos started writing at a very young age. He is self taught and everything he writes comes directly from the heart. This is his book debut. “When I close my eyes” is only a partial of his journey, and he welcomes each and every one of his readers with open arms. To experience his literary Journey. The ups and downs. The twists and turns, just like life itself.

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Copyright © 2020 by Marcos Corleto.

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Rev. date: 09/23/2020

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CONTENTS

Just a thought

My star, my angel

Thoughts in a teardrop

The Crystal Ball

The Dimmest Star

The Blue’s Brews

Tell Me

Reservation homes on American Roads

Diminished Seed

The Flowers and it’s free Trees

Light the gas

A devil’s touch

When I Close My Eyes

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Just a thought

This mind of mine, is running wild. Almost as wild as the rain, when it hits and splatters on the tin roof.

The millions of drops, the millions of thoughts.

I can just lay here, and imagine.

Imagine standing outside, as the raindrops fly by.

My body forced to concentrate on nothing, nothing but the feel of shock.

My mind changes to sitting on top of a hill, where the air is clear, and I can hear.

My thoughts interrupted by the intense tapping of the drops, so I