This is the end of the well

 

 

This is the end of the well

I'm so happy looking at the lonely moon in the sky
Never close to the stars, I look up to her
The way she shines without needing anyone,
What is the meaning of the moonlight at night?...

Don't believe that everyone who is happy is really happy in life.
In the same way that I make myself present, I can make myself absent in the blink of an eye,
I can be hugs, smiles, happiness, but I can also be sadness, resentment, loneliness.
I don't cling to anything that defines me, or company, but I can be loneliness; Tranquility and inconstancy, stone and heart.

These days I'm isolating myself every day, but soon I won't be by everyone's side
I'll stay in my corner, with my thoughts and past moments,
Loud music and silence define me most of my days, silence makes me happy...
Listen to loud music and enjoy the moon at night, this is one of the things that are making me stay alive lately.

This will probably be my last poem, Depression has been wearing me down a lot, I don't even feel like it anymore, it will be the last book, the last rhyme, the last moon... I'm tired of fighting something that is bigger than me.

Barueri Young Poet