lost in a day

sunny
autumn
afternoon

in that

distant

incomplete time

situated between the
truth
depressive thoughts
and nothing.

I can't move
neither left
nor
right

neither back
nor

forward

so I wait
for someone's
touch
of
understanding,
at least

an occasional
sign
of goodness

to be gifted
with
strength
to jump over the
snakes

with a simple
strategy

that
small dose
of

Poetry.







© Tom Del Braco