Poem - Could

Everything has been erased,
Could it be that I lost my reason?
in my head we are fighting,
many auguries arrive,
all this cruel and black despair,
creating an ocean of pain,
where the sweet death will dwell
Could it be a dream?
the sky is clearing up,
the world keeps spinning,
while I get weak,
i still keep hope,
to fix all the defects,
and nothing else matters,
till die,
Could it be that I need time?
to find the way,
without crushing the dreams,
let my heart go,
on a long and lonely road,
with every gram of energy,
with every second of the days.

By Leonardo Blanco (@tcpaikano)

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