Sunny Evening Poem by William F. De Paula

The sky was blue,
the sun was shining
everything suppose to be peferct
but i was almost crying.

i haven't been hurt,
neither felt myself sick.
My guess: the loneliness
It was huge that week.

Most of the things i do, are not wrong
but they never seem to be right
and that makes me worried,
except when i sleep at night.

Probably the only thing,
i got a talent for
Perhaps it might be the answer
sleep forever and never worry anymore .