He watched the setting sun rest
The wind turn the leaves into birds flying
The sky red and orange turning into deep dark blue
The mysterious nightfall
Crashing into the city silently
Like a deep sadness, slowly finding its place
Into the smallest corners of a stagnated and tired heart
Like the sky he watched
He felt his soul growing restless
All the fragments he brushed away joining
Molding a stabbing thorn into his cracked emotions
For how much longer
Would he be strong enough?
How much further would he have to walk
Until he could finally fall without regrets, or maybe...
Discover another answer?
The night was already dark and black when he noticed
His cigar was long burnt into the ashtray
Even the tears, if he shed them
Would be dried too
Nevertheless, he did not feel like sleeping that night
The warmth of a morning was too much
If he could delay it for a little
Buy more time to...
Maybe he was just afraid of waking up abandoned
More so then when sleeping alone again
Losing another piece of his smile
Getting even more scared
He wanted to feel secure again, somewhere inside
To think of trusting and sharing love
See the sun as his friend for once
And graduate from the night
But the winter clouds would not let him so.
Lucas Rangel Lima
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