MY SOUL

MY SOUL

My soul maddened, sees nothing
And just so you know the emptiness,
And when every step further challenge
What really nothing and nobody believes
How could and why no
Only left in me weak wick
And death approaches, challenge,
But each side sees itself excuse
And dipping it in vain mirror
The look sometimes just see red
And trying to disguise the tears,
Only this smile of sarcasm,
While befalls a new spasm,
The source bit by bit to dry.

MARCOS LOURES