After Adam

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