A whirlwind floating in my heart.
Almost drowning
In a loneliness wider than the sea.
A flood of black thoughts
Twirling around in my mind.
I’m just a drop of rain
In a world of problems.
And only a bit of me
Is made of nothing.
A flower withering in the winter,
That’s my state of mind.
I’m reaching the end,
Living on the edge.
Cátia Ribeiro
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