
Bring me back, O time
To correct all those mistakes
That a violent stormy night caused
O Lord, purify my heart from torment
And keep away from it the demons of misery
And let me fly in space
For I am still alive
So do not write, O my pen, an elegy
And do not accuse me of being a critic of poetry and satire
But be with me so that we may understand matters
For I am no longer good at hiding
The darkness of illusions has returned me to ecstasy
And I am no longer able to desire
My desire for life died
When I was left without friends
So I ended up where the lights abandoned me
To the garbage dumps of history without mercy from my brothers
I do not care if I turn into a mouse
Whose centuries were in the dark nights?
Or to a monster who restores my hopes
that have abandoned the port
And I do not shake hands with those who generously offered their tears
Because I am not mortgaged to hollow flowers
I want the tree of life
To restore purity to my heart
Because I am not here because I intended to stay
So if madness overcomes me for a moment of purity
Know that I called upon God and truly wanted to meet
So when did you do that, my friend
And why did you leave the volcanoes of my heart red?
Oh time, do not take me back
But continue and triumph over a raging wave
For if you reveal the melody of my life
There is a lot of suffering in its depths
And if you leave the artery of my life
My life has become strange.
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.

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