SMILE
drinking from the cup of hope ,
and I found myself swallowing poison.
Without history, no text,
of my life there are no outstanding memory,
only the distant and vague ghost in my existence.
What is left of me
wanders through the emptiness in my heart left shattered,
injured with the shards of broken dreams.
Oh! Amara desolation
begin to appreciate the pain.
incessant
keeps me company.
Oh! Vane tears
stop flowing,
icy,
on my face.
Nothing now shows me alive
if not the fake smile with which I have deceived
toasting by poisoned chalice.
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