Decision

The day is coming and doubts are increasing.

The tears sometimes fall and fall apart

Answer no further questions between rows

And the paper ripped on the table in different parts

The gaze is still fixed looking for a light

And what used to be beautiful now no longer seduces

The reality is not clear and obscure

And the pain we had has no more cure

We could feel the blood running

And in the chest we feel the heart beat

The thudding of the beats deafens

And the tears my lips moisten

I do not know who I am but alive

I'm dead that looks more like an individual

Where what only what you seek does not know where to find

In thoughts trapped at a bar table.

ANDERSON SILVEIRA LOPES