Unfinished Poems

My thoughts are black,

I have the courage to dedicate them

to you.

My words are white,

no epilogue fits them.

I would like to swim against

the tide of this world,

but the pain drowns out

our silence.

I am playing in a future

that no one is interested in.

Give me your hand,

I will help you understand

the vastness of this scarlet sky.

Before you understand the fear,

free the soul from

my stale body.

I learned to breathe little by little,

without complaint.

I hid all my dreams

in the chest of drawers,

next to unfinished poems.