Sonnet of loneliness

I don't remember the last night I slept,
or I've led someone through a night.
The only company I kept
was the loneliness of my own fight.

There is no more seek for approval,
easy smiles or any kind of brightness.
I tried many tests and just found reproval.
The only thing never left was this darkness.

I lost my wings and in a maze I was caught.
Entrapped in places that have their own mean.
I don't care if I can't find any way out.

When all voices lose their proper smell,
the flame is silenced by hands can't be seen.
What rest is nothing but my dark small cell.

 

08/14

Histórico:

 

Da época em que morei em Londres.

 

RS