A hopeless poem

All battles that I fought, I have lost

All dreams that I dreamed, turned out to be nightmares

My body is flack, my soul, practically vanished

I don´t weep anymore, my eyes are too red and blured

There is an empty hole trying to be filled

I filled with memories, I forgot them

Finally I tried to fill it with fake loves and desperate passions

The more that I seek, the more it hurts

I´m trying to remember how to walk with my own fit again

It´s hard sometimes. The world is darker, and people are superficial

Meanwhile, I get my protection from the stories that I read and write

There must be still some magic in the world, something to believe in

I get out of my room sometimes; I see a bird making a nest in a tree

It comforts me, cuz that´s what I need: a nest to rest from everything