Decision (Part 2) Poem by Samuel Santana

In the domain of the aurora
I have seen disappear
my shadow on the wall.
And the smile evaporate
in the wind.
Just a mossy silence
is sustained in the
elemental smile.
But it's April and
I am just the reflection of the
dead times,
when the sea said "goodbye"
to the withered multitude.
O sinister voice, come and fall
on me without mercy because
already the dream is my enemy.
Oh sinister voice,
do not stop at the
sand of the corridors
because the
clock sinks into the abyss.
I have seen one
dark cemetery,
mits on fires and
doors dressed in mourning.
Poor of the men whose
teeth of steel
chase my past
and my steps.
I am already determined to
travel like a blind man in
the night loading all
their grief and without
stars in the way.