I needed some time, before I go outside my shell
Seems I've made a crime, the world to me always yell
I have no more dime and have nothing left to sell
Visited by anti sublime, as if  I am under their spell

Not at my prime, looks like near to my final bell
Cannot make another chime, but I'm not ready yet for hell
Seems I've lost my rhyme, so by now no more poetry to tell
Because I needed to buy some time, again before I go outside my shell


written: November 11, 2014
Those days... When the world become villain to our passion...
No other choice but to take a break...

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