21 novembro 2007

Black Light

A stormy day,
A whirlwind floating in my heart.
Almost drowning
In a loneliness wider than the sea.

A flood of black thoughts
Twirling around in my mind.

I’m just a drop of rain
In a world of problems.
And only a bit of me
Is made of nothing.

A flower withering in the winter,
That’s my state of mind.

I’m reaching the end,
Living on the edge.


Cátia Ribeiro

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

Catia... devo dizer que a tua poesia esta a melhorar e bastante, adorei!