for one sign of hope.
Any sign.
Just a sign.
The lightless sky,
makes it hard to see.
The rotted smell,
hanging in the air,
makes it hard to breathe.
Hours, days go by
and then the clouds
go away, vanishing,
letting the light in.
I close my eyes,
for the bright light hurts.
After a while,
I get used to it.
And it doesn't hurt
that much anymore.
Oh, how I wish now
that it did.
How I wish I could
not see the reason
of the unbearable smell
hanging in the air,
that had already got
inside my lungs,
making me stand it.
How I wish I could
not see your lifeless face,
lying motionless on the ground,
right in front of me.
Oh! Bring back the clouds,
Take the light away,
Make my memory fade,
for I do not want to
live in a world you
no longer exist.
Cátia Ribeiro
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