THE LANDSCAPE

In this landscape my
shoulders can`t stand
the heavy weight
of these shadows
turned into chaos

I have lost my memories
in this landscape
of sorrow and loneliness,

I can`t stand anymore
this poema like a photo
on the wet floor
where I see
a beast struggling
against his own
sin,

but, in the end of the travel,
I hope to see a new future
drawn by dreams of
beauty and happiness.

29/06/2020 Gustavo Bastos