Because somehow I feel completely disabled
And my feelings that were poetry a couple of hours ago
Are now nothing more than a mess.
Because I urge to cry
And no one is there to make my tears dry
Because I want to vent
And no one is there to sustain me.
Because right now I can listen to Emmanuel
But there is no one to complain, to discuss,
To retain the gap that it creates on me.
Because right now I wish I was under my blankets,
Under the warmest environment that here is not.
Because somehow I am not more
Not more than what I try to be.
I am not more than yesterday, not more than tomorrow.
I am not more than every people,
Not more than any people.
Because right now I am not more than what I wish I could be
Because right now I am not more than that infinite
Infinite pain that constrains me whole
And there is no one here to cure my heart,
To listen to my silent scream,
To ask me to stand up.
Because right now I am what I am
And I am that and just that,
Without a hand, without a hug,
Without a voice,
Without a tender smile
Or a reprehension sign.
Because right now I am a mess
And I don`t know to cure that.
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