Ratata

Distant gunfire from the hill

Then the noise of silence

So many bullets

Flying away

Flying Avery

In every direction

Ricocheting on roofs, walls and trees

Losing the causality

Hitting people and things by misfortune

Lost cases, lost life’s

Empty eyes stirring out in the eternal darkness

Of afterlife

Can Not Fight For My Rights

I am trying to fight

But I cannot

Lift my own

Hand

For more than

Two weeks

I have been trying

To write this letter

Saying

How important

It is for me to have

The place that I love most in this world

But I cannot write a comma

Nothing, can be put together

I have such a fear

I know I am going to lose

But still

I cannot lift a finger

To say

I  want this

I need that

I have the right

My father stop calling

No one calls

I am in silence

They are silent

And I am not calling

Anymore ever

Still I have to

I know I have to

Let me go down

To the water

And relive me of my burden

 

Leave me alone

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The sorrow is never mine, the sorrow is always mine

Life is so short

With so little meaning

And so precious to some

But not to me

I am just breathing

Life is pain and suffering

Life is never getting through

Life is the early mornings in the

Subway¨

So gray that it could fill a lifetime

With despair

Life is the coughing in the

Next room

Realizing that you are going

To loose and get old

Life is being alone

No one will ever be on your side

That is my life experience

Life is being told “it will be fine”

Just another lie, a stupid lie

Let me be

Let me hate in peace

Leave me alone

But with enough opportunity

To manage my own

Life

 

Knowledge

Confused and very tired

Trying to fight the sleep

Looking out the window

And the day is bleak

Trying to pull myself together

Trying to do the things I don´t like

Feeling like i am being fooled

But by whom?

By them, you, me or life itself?

I do not know

The only thing that I do know

This very gray day

Is that I can learn

But only what I can accommodate

In my very tired mind