Sad Breath

This world,

is lost in me,

thinking of a past,

that does not exist.

It flew out,

not forgot,

but like time sand flows,

memory remains,

and the oblivion took me.

It's cold,

it's time,

not a smile to shine,

what pass trought.

What passed,

under my soul,

blank pages in the dark,

forgotten words,

thankful days,

lost pace.

I'm not a winner,

I will not be great,

I will not be remembered,

but as much as anyone,

I will flow away,

like unworth sand,

trought your hands.