MY LOOK

MY LOOK

Wanted to have looked at this optimism
That so often draws some light
Steadfast walk now leads
On the edge of this huge vain abyss.
And even when I insist and insane schism
Winning any time to which I opposed,
Remaining within the soul of the mud and the pus,
Feeling in whom I embrace this cynicism.
Backstop in my past mistakes
And yet even try to breathe,
I walk every road to ramble
And only the terror follows beside me,
Sun could have vigorous in me,
But when I realize I'm at the end ...

MARCOS LOURES