MY ABYSSES

My abysses


A step aimlessly in the dark night,

shrouded in shadows customary.
I presume something new,

mere mistake,

 life is repeated monotony.
Comets, returning to the same point,

bringing another space the same powder.
Carried by the winds of hope,

 just another look,

and nothing more.
Leaving little to the end.
The verse becomes agony,

a scream meaningless and without echo.
The charm is lost between insanity and time passes,

 the balance sought and never noticed,

the same illusions and useless ...
The voice of the immense emptiness,

still resounds in the deep chest wrapped dug that ...

PAULO MANNARINO