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Glass

by Matteo Pierobon about a year ago in sad poetry

March 3rd

Glass
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

I wonder over,

over the glass,

of this cold window,

what could I be.

I see my reflex,

I see the lights over,

of a world changing,

and a me, still asleep.

I forgot much of me,

I forgot to call,

I forgot to take myself,

go out in search of gold.

I'm not a monster,

one that keeps its own dream shorter.

I'm not a monster,

not what I deserved,

in the time lost,

in the damage done,

in cries of a past gone.

What could I be,

a song says,

but I shall go on,

and let me be,

be something more.

sad poetry

About the author

Matteo Pierobon

Just a man in a mission.

Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,

dreaming in the arts by night,

living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny

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