Inevitable / Poem
Close, so close
The breath of boredom
Whose presence I feel behind my back
Near the approaching fog
With intentions to invade
And remove the remaining flashes
Who fight in a great way
Recognizing its inevitable future
But how to deny its essence
If they are pure will and value
Whose cradle was the breath of the god himself
Distant, so far
The joy and the rain of constant looks
Those that passed
Every space of my soul
Which while you were kissing
Simultaneously subordinate
I like it ;)