sábado, 11 de março de 2017

Poema 188

I see a light 
That is not bright 
I cannot reach 
No matter why 
I sleep alone 
While I feel cold 
I wish to die 
And call it done 
I hold the tears 
Embrace the fears 
While I am lost
Wish to be free 
I live the pain 
That still remain 
I wonder how
To avoid the flame 
I have no escape
But this one faith 
I need to act
To break the chains