Dark is the night where the shadows dance,
creating sinister scenarios that drag me.
Dark are my old unrequited blue dreams,
covering life with a heavy abysmal shroud.
Dark is this majestic silent maelstrom,
consuming the essence of the whispered verses.
Dark is that anxiety of my non-existence,
cruelly sprinkling my path with sharp thorns.
Dark is the certainty of not having a path,
caustically hammering my anguished rest.
Dark is having no colors on the horizon,
consistently underlined by hopeless loneliness.
Dark is salty knowing and not being able,
committed to finding a smile of life somewhere.
Nuno Ferreira