I feel the reflection of coldness,
stress that disturbs loneliness
imprisoned in the dark
struggle to break free and shine.
Useless meeting of shady desires without
correction in the smoothness of moments
without such absurd annoyances
such evils and vain pains that worsen
with daily miseries that infamous buffoons
abusers use against fellow men.
Insolent jokes paint smiles that
shameless dye the subtle human soul,
truths and lies in a life full of nerves
and anxieties that together navigate
stormy over the uncertainty of a
spirit full of sorrows that
He seeks to light his own path...
John Bisner.
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