Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/01/poesiarassegnazione/


Time to resing,

to give up,

I feel I can let go, to stop.

Time to get up, resign,

won’t wait anymore for a sign,

not a crown to wear, no reign,

I just decline.

I don’t have the will to fight,

I don’t want to get it right,

I just feel the breeze of this night,

maybe, I can still see the light…

I put it out,

for all the determination, I had,

I lost my head…

I forgot, I got lost…

For the ones  I cared the most,

heart is cold, made of frost.

This thing now, deserve a toast…

I don’t want it to be an obsession,

I just goti t now, my possession…

But this is my confession,

I do it, to understand the situation.

We don’t say “ih” to each other…

Not a friend, not a brother…

Who knows if I could ever “ger back in action”,

not sure, if I think about that reaction…

But for now, just relaxation,

this thing is my own creation.

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