It’s time to heal,
it’s time to stop.
It’s time …
I feel better and better.
By now the pain is almost completely gone,
I was afraid it would last,
I can finally feel calmer.
It’s a new beginning,
I’m close …
less and less,
I think about pain,
I think about the past.
Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”Time to heal”.”
Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/18/poesiagrazie/
To everyone I love, loved. And in particular to who I’ve lost, and still hope to see again, one day.
I’ve learned so much.
Even If I’ve lost you,
I’m still touched.
I don’t want to be still,
on my mistakes,
so hard, as steel.
I don’t want to hate,
I want to to better.
I don’t want a surrogate,
I, well want a new date,
a new state.
Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”Thank you”.”
Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/16/poesiala-mia-condizione/
In the end I accept this new condition of mine:
since now I’m broke my balls,
I still have those of others in mind:
like: if you have problems with a girl you like,
call her a “little bitch” or a “slut”, even if she is not,
even if you don’t think so.
As if to make me hate her,
when I do not want and am not able to hate it.
And then, I don’t want to do it, towards those I was fond of.
Here I am, in fact,
to defend a person who no longer speaks to me.
Trying to start thinking with my head,
with reasoning that goes differently,
against the tide… Against everything that has guided other people.
Because maybe this will make others feel better,
but to me, only worse.
Continua a leggere “#Poetry”My condition”.”