Monday, November 11, 2013

Follow me..

come..come..
sit..
   come …
I am so alone..don’t leave me..
come..
take my hand..
I want you..touch me..
don’t you want me..
don’t you see me..
come..
sit..
take my hand..
LOOK AT ME! I AM HERE!
why don’t you see me..don’t I exist anymore..
was I nothing..so easily forgotten..so easily erased...

WHY don’t you see me..

am I ..
dead?



1 comment:

José Zuzza Suassuna de Oliveira said...

I'm going. I follow you to anywhere that poetry is the way.
Eu vou. Sigo contigo pra qualquer lugar que a poesia seja o caminho.