I was a child
made my cries my mom
sleepless
worries of studies
I had in adolescence
kept me sleepless
in search of love
roamed my young heart
relinquished sleeps
whenever got
celebrations of joy
sleeps escaped
bore my heart
reminiscences of hers
lived sleepless
now I am old
coughing in the nights
lay sleepless
poverty and pain
with whomever remain
mostly sleepless
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