I feel so hurt,

I feel like Kurt.

And I feel like Johnny Cash,

even if I’m still young,

somewhere, still fresh.

And this is my clash,

do I feel like trash?

I feel inside of me,


I ask is that necessary,

and ordinary?

Nothing is solved,

time passed,

nothing evolved.

Still nothing into the horizon,

hust this sun,

hot and revolved.

In what have been involved?

I still try to do my best,

I try to be better,

not THE best.

But this hurts, in my chest.

I am so scared,

when I rest.

I feel tired of life,

but I don’t want to go fast.

Into this bad world,

I see only black.

I so sadly know,

I can’t go back.

What have I become?

I don’t understand,

my dearest friend.

Onto those hills,

I try to climb,

getting up,

Still try to see,

but still so blind.

I feel so empty,

without feelings,

I need them,

or am I just an empty shell,

and I just live in hell.

“ What have I become

My sweetest friend?

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt”

From: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AHCfZTRGiI

Here for Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/20/poesiaferito/



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