allan macli borges - maybe

Living inside a Eugene’s play
Waiting for the fog go out of pier
Maybe I can pass through this way
Maybe I try if it keeps me from fear

Pieces of me on stained pages drawing
All over the floor and filling the right drawer
Under my bed my best moment dusting
And my wine is just getting older

I’ll pray for someone
I’ll cry for all
Maybe I’ll be back home
Before it just fall.

allan macli borges

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maybe-83/