Love Me Doom Poem by allan macli borges

The darkest hours has come at last and the fortune is settled on the desk
The one’s words pierce my mind as I wonder if I’m gonna die or survive
If I saw my early past with pride how could I heal the wounds I’ve afforded?
Can the distance that grows inside of us overwhelm your upbringing LOVE?
How can I handle with that tears that knock at my eyes doors each minute I remember?
How can I get the bold and cast the fire required to keep alive this ember?
My way is an unanswered puzzle with nobody interested on its key
Why should I know the end before? How could I do the right with lore?
Thru and into and all around the voices keep calling for ME
How could I follow sightless that voice that came out from the unseen?
From above the light is clear but its lightness is too much for me
As the darkness of my darkest night is so hard for going through
I wonder with myself what I could do for getting over from DOOM
What if I die right now or tomorrow what if I lie without sorrow?

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