Tiredness

I am getting tired of this tired pulsation of time

I am getting sick of this sickness equality in whole life

The same fears, the same dreams

The same doubts, the same things

That makes your hearts empty,

Or full of nothing

And then you realise it,

You try to hide it,

Try to think about other things

Just to erase that little

Think of pain from your heart

That makes your social masks fall apart

And you get exposed

To the atrocities of reality

SSShhhhh! don’t make a noise

Just let yourself drown very softly…

Sara Marques, 1009