Upset soul...just a poem.

Life is made with few words,
some colours and unforgettable smells,
as well as days full of joy
and awful pain moments:
then you have to be very luky
to survive this rollercoaster run.
It's a struggle and not a game
as everyone's able to understand
when still roses thorns rip the skin.
It's not enough hope tomorrow
it could be a better day
if only God could want it to be,
supposed he would have time
to take care of us and our troubles.
I'm too much tired to believe again
fairy tales about heavenly love
able to repair injured hearts.
It's better to me quickly going to sleep,
because I know it's the only way
to live another dream.

© 2018 Text written by Claudio Montini (original, all rights reserved)
© 2018 Image produced by Orazio Nullo (original computer made) "Caught souls in the net"