BROKEN WISHES

Better to have no wishes,
better not to be disappointed,
better not to seek the best.
Better to curl up,
into myself,
far from myself.
In nothingness,
a shipwreck,
in the real.
This world,
is not my world,
reality is coming,
dreams drowned.
I was disappearing,
I went to a corner,
fleeing from life,
that cruel life.
Slowly,
very slowly,
I am moving away,
from the painful reality.
When hope fled,
the slap of real life came,
without barely noticing, I created my world.
A world where there is no future,
my world no longer exists,
it is the past.
Treasuring,
memories.
Memories,
everything is leaving me,
days without a tomorrow.
Precious memories
that fade away,
while I slowly leave.
My world fits in a corner,
where there is only room for the past,
where the future brings nothing good in the end.

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