GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I tried to be genuine and a poet, in the condition of existence,

I expected to see a discovery, a path to follow,

But in the end, I was merely a dull, undone gaze,

Only managing to question, never finding a resting place.

Who broke me? Was it a disfigured destiny,

Or the woman living next door, in a faded sigh?

I know I could have been loved, tenderness bestowed upon me,

But I chose to bear the stones, alone, with a heavy soul.

In the fantasy I embraced, I broke the chains of life,

But what did I achieve? To be neglected, without refuge,

Like a stray dog, neglected and mixed-breed,

Lost in the corners where love was never found.

Thus I continue, aimless, without a voice to call me,

In the shadow of what I was, a nameless soul,

I tried to be a poet, but was merely an illusion,

A dream that shattered, without echo, without song.

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