SOMETIMES

Sometimes I want to cry

But I don’t get to have it...

I see a shake on my feet,

The cry disappears… Bye!

Sometimes I wish to run,

To vanish of this bad world…

However I find in the words

Antidote that is the own sun.

Sometimes I get to run away,

The moon is my hiding place…

Though I always need  to face

The right word. Time to pray!

Sometimes I think I am alone

But life delivers what it’s done!

BY  Ivan de Oliveira Melo