AGONY
In I buried my heart pain
For another abandonment
Another subtle wound
sutured by time,
that over time will leave yet another scar,
that pain in his tragic
reminds me of my stupidity
in trust people.
What I hate myself for
And for the trivia ... my stupid
And every time I regret not having a heart
of ice cold
cursing the soft snow
that comes down on me
the thin covering wounds
making me forget my past pain
damn and I
and my heart
and as fragile crystal
for the umpteenth time
ended shattered
and as glass shards that are on a wall
me away from those who hurt me ....
Let my soul
be lost in slowly destroying itself.
suspended on a wire
I looked away my blood
slip away from me and my writing history
on the white sand of this sea of loneliness
like a dream I watched the sea
erase that history
as if there were nothing d 'important
and waves, unrelenting,
slow slip on the sand
erasing the red blood
smooth pursuit
while, like a tightrope walker,
go ahead on my wire
leaving my trail of blood
behind me as fingerprints
aware that the wire will break sooner or later
and looking down,
my story, written in the sand,
disappears as ever existed
I can only wait impatiently
the day when my wire will be cut.
Until then I will continue to advance
Without ceasing to smile at those who cross my path,
who look at my useless life
imprint on the sand and disappear.
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