This Sadness

This sadness grew inside me /

encrusting/

like a second skin/

enveloping from within, /

The sorrow spread /

like an unremovable stain

on the festive dress

in the girl’s pith,

Later the lonliness

mounted more and more

like a wandering Dune of sand,

The birds of Youth

were preyed by time

In the mid of the deceptive prime

within the Woman’s core.

In the body’s season termination

I lock the aching dread,

banishing from reality’s dimension

into delusive dangerous unrest

hidden behind defensive crest

of a spectacular Depression.