Poemas 30

I can’t

I’ve got to get this feeling
off my chest,
but I cannot cry;
I’ve got to get this weight
off my head,
but all my tears are dry;
I’ve got to run away from this,
I’m drowning,
but he cut my wings: I cannot fly
I’ve got to help myself and yet
I feel hopeless
and so, so I die.

[Fevereiro de 2006]