#Poetry:”With nothing in my hands”.

ITA: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/09/poesiasenza-nulla-in-mano/


With nothing in my hands,

after all this effort,

after all…

I feel so hurt.

I did so many things,

to keep everything in one piece,

but for doing that,

I’ve lost people, and my peace.

The plan didn’t work,

my heart,

I feel like it was stabbed by a fork.

I feel like I’m an inhuman,

after all of this effort,

nto for a human.

It seems weird

After all I’ve been trough,

I’m dehumanized,

I’m demonized.

And now, nothing in my hands,

like my soul was ripped,

now, I’m clipped!

Is it normal?

I feel so informal,

The rage, was total,

now in my hands,

nothing local.

Tell me,

why do we do so many things,

for us,

because we love people,

if someone else does nothing,

and he get them?



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