The Night Does Not Go By Poem by Darlan M Cunha

The night that doesn't surrender
bite and bite
asses, elbows and heels,
the night you don't often
nothing plans but to sink
itself and take with it
legs, arms and mouth
down the line
where the cough, the curm
the tremors and fears will rest,
at last, they will be finished promises
no place in everyday life
from whom, affectionate to a glass of water
for one more day in common, wait,
wait, until nothing else matters.




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