Category : Poems

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The sky has a different view,

Blue among the white clouds I see,

 But it's still a long way from me,

Time is the one that hinders me.
 I go down below... until I completely dig

Between the four planks and a few nails -

Squeezing my lungs until all the air

 Comes out of them... dead.
 My life is a storm...

A storm of emotions and thoughts.

Thoughts over tears that overwhelm

 My words on my tongue. That hurts.
After we wash our eyes

 In rivers of tears and sighs,

 We see more clearly the sun coming out.
The sun coming out of the clouds 

To dry the nightmare sweat.

The sky has a different view,

Blue among the white clouds I see.