What will I find?
Maybe the thin smoke
of a warm coffee,
a nice conversation
and pleasant laughs.
Will my heart tell the truth?
While tears beg for mercy
and a sick heart hopes
in the last desperate attempt
to put order in my life.
The discover of my failure
is a door to the future
a cut to the past,
a fresh wound
and a new end.
The end of my ambition,
the boredom of continuing to play;
my only desire
to stick my head in the sand,
blind and deaf to the sound of the sea.
What I will find
is what I'm missing:
the liberating moment
of looking in the mirror
and wondering if we are.
STAI LEGGENDO
Poesie e Orrori Quotidiani
PuisiLe mie poesie sono un inascoltato e angosciante grido d'aiuto contro l'indifferenza, caratteristica comune dell'odierna società. Qui troverete temi e argomenti differenti tra di loro, ma tutti con unico filo conduttore: l'orrore. State ben attenti a...
