CARRIAGE ...

CARRIAGE ...

Dire carriage leads to the end
And traces his footsteps with my days,
Bearing several ironies
Only the void, I have finally
Could be different, but so
At least the drinking of ironies,
I describe my verses with poetry
Gagging the luck that is within me,
Thus finishing each poem,
Just cannot stand some handcuffs
Death frees me from this hell
That life had left me little by little,
And when one realizes that wound
By the end proves far more suit ...


MARCOS LOURES