A Weakling's Resolution
Crumbling and beaten down, left alone just to drown, time and life were not so kind, to this weakling's mind, opened his hands and reached for the sky, screaming save me from myself, but open hands turned into a clenched fist, since no one dared to help, in the deafening silence, and in the coldest night, grew a weakling's resolution, ready to kill this internal blight, he said to himself, who said alone means lonely? so he walked his path, and walked peacefully.















