I can not find peace

Among the banners of melancholy
And jealousy
on which
I wrapped myself
As soon as night falls
Neither love
Dozing in wind’s rattles
A slight tingling song
It gives me reassurance
Neither the blanket of ghosts
sailing
thirsty
Of days gone by
never disappeared
dispersed
Because
They return to daylight.
And then I write
For not die
in solitude
Because of loneliness
Someone not die , but growing.
I am growing in mine
In the basics of anything that I am
Nothing of bones and flesh
And even less of breath
That I take off plan
Smoking and observing
The flow of this river
called misery
Wets feet and eyes
It bathe me indistinctly
So can not forget
This loneliness
In which I grows
As a rotten plant
Waiting to die.


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