It passed so much
still I'm here,
waiting the empty,
consumed by shadows
and by the past.
The clock reminds
my hour is nigh,
I wasted so much
and now I'm broken
in millions of fragments.
So lost, so meaningless,
a simulacrum
of myself,
blinded
by my own dreams.
And so in love
with tragedy,
sickened by happiness,
I lay in the cradle of
misery.
(February 2022)
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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...
