RUINS
The ruins of the life that add up
The steps in the forgotten past...
The pains in my chest both lie
Changing the walk more diverse.
In this arid desert in my life
I'm not even water or destination.
The hand of loneliness, mocked,
Taking my way sad acumen.
Abysses of these woes I have in me,
Beaten by the pains and sighs.
Death without end hanging around,
Stealing and taking my breathers.
My life, desert and arid
Chasm has already been made of sighs...
MARCOS LOURES
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