I woke up, like the usuall routines.
A same and same.
Nothing differents. Just hoping that this day too, shall pass.
This irremediable life should met it’s end at last,
So, I put the smile on this dejected face.

When the gate open, it is the time I should go and march this battle,
As I venture into the realm of reality,
My eyes set only to the sun of a little rosy.
Because one would hope, today is a better than a worse yesterday.

I caught a glimpse of hopefull,
Only to be met by a fraud angel.
That it robbed me, a dance that I’ve been keeping for a latter ball.
So with this smile and aching heart.
I stand tall, to set it burnt.
So, I can breath again.
And hope should be found once more time.
© vardeloy