Poem Dúbio

Poem By Sirlanio Jorge Dias Gomes

I have not eaten today,
I did not sleep, I did not play,
I did not see my mother,
I did not see my father,
Today I lost my best friend,
I did not take anything home,
Even knowing the empty pots,
I did not receive a hug,
I did not forgive,
I cried for someone,
I was indifferent,
I lost my job,
I doubted God,
I did not have faith,
I did not pray,
I lost time,
I judged
I was dishonest,
Today in this world,
There are so many things,
That the poem would bleed,
I would be sorry,
I would fall into tears,
And watch over your dead.
Every day we die in the other,
We are reborn in the other,
We suffer in the other,
We judge the other,
We kill,
We have risen,
And faced with so many things,
We have failed to notice,
That humanity is one,
With all its weaknesses,
This rebellious nature,
With blessed hands,
And monstrous faces,
Caudolosas in their outbreaks,
A blank pages book,
Such is our soul in its archetypes.

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