Did you know the loneliness of someone without a place to return?
who just can shut up the whispers of his death, wandering
I met it
a beatiful red and blue mirror
reflected it to me
with her flames
with her cold breeze.
Did you know the black vail
covering your sight
dragging your steps of life?
I met it
the weight of my thoughts, doubts,
and the hand of the past over my back
showed it to me
Eight hours and a plenty of pills
threw me away to a bench by the Thames
where i wished to stop the burden
Almost
After, a polish junkie friend arrived
and showed to me
without more intention to smoke weed
the path to keep
Like Virgil
like a higher phylosopher of the streets
he showed to me
through the alleys of the London's purgatories
a way to come back
And he said it
over and over again:
at least Im ok
at least im free again
I have my hands and legs
to build and run away
And I can keep the smile
despite all the shit
The tide threw me away
and I survived that night
now I try to remember
and rebuild myself
but im not going
anymore
to run away
23-Ago-17
