The light at the end
of the tunnel has
never been there.
The more I look
the more the future
seems dark.
A part of me knows
that I will be no more,
soon but not yet.
The story is not over yet,
I finish to play my role
before the end.
And when they come for me
I'll hug my beloved Death
and tell her:
"I missed you,
never leave me again
cause I want not to be"
(November 2021)
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Abisso
Poetry"Sinking in the ocean of tears and sorrow" The soul, a painting of shades and emotions, fleeting and evanescent. So complex understanding every fragmented side of it, and like autumn leaves, who we are, slowly vanishes away. The only memory left of...
