If I just knew that God does not exist
And that once Death comes to approach us all...

May be, I am this book on my lap?
The one I usually close to nap...

Poetry is like love and life, and time, and death
and what not...

i don’t know, I wish I knew
but i don’t know...

It was me the night - dark
It was me the night - black...

I think my voice is gone
though I feel it in my chest...

Oh well, oh well, I toss on you a coin
Please grant me a wish or grant me more...

Just remember that those flowers are peculiar
and that roses for example are familiar...

To mind comes
Abandoned thoughts...

Boy, the fresh breeze sways the old leaves
too carefully almost as if...

To awake one day and be
Like a corpse walking in empty streets...

I'm once again falling in this depression.
I was told, "don't walk too close from that...