AFTER THE FALL

AFTER THE FALL


The lucky draws itself after the fall
Of all my fears which bring
Actually expresses the tone vaguer
Where my way now is entangled,
And I know how much can and plunders
Life in a jiffy without cuddling
Generating such damage within the soul
While the void now is appealing,
The sordid presence of who trace
Life as only this stalemate
Gestating loneliness, a crude abortion
And when this emotion takes the stage,
The stage is molded reckless
And I see the dream aimlessly, half dead already...



MARCOS LOURES