#Poetry:”Free Fall”.

Ita version of this here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/17/poesiacaduta-libera/

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This is a free fall,

falling from the tall,

and take the call,

or run from it all.

I Don’t understand,

The time, the place

Who I am?

I never seem I did.

Always changing, always stupid.

Always understand

The things after they’re gone.

And I don’t know,

how a dreamer can live,

if there’s nothing left to give.

Then into this identity crisis,

I live my year,

I live my fear.

I don’t know

Nothing I’m near.

Live in despair, my dear.

Not a good habit,

Not a good rabbit.

I never seem to understand,

so I’m in this free fall.

I want the whole world,

but it has the heart of stone.

So I’m trapped here.

Looking into this mirror,

how far will I go.

Into this sorrow,

Nothing will grow.

But “I never seem to understand,

the time, the place and who I am.

Define a way to stay Alive,

It’s like I’m Living a lie!”

Annunci