FIGHT WITHOUT END

I'm sad
And a deep pain
In the heart still lonely
Insists me down.
Perhaps nostalgia is not the end
Appropriate and conducive to face
The last time
But what's real is this
When faced with this eye,
Desiring to overcast,
But the depression inviolable.
Tenacity and determination
Often lacking
In the small space
To my life.
I pick off cubes of land with nails
In the daily struggle of my being.
To understand
The hard part
Social side of human.
My eyes lost in the crowd
Disinterested to myself.
The objectivity discards
In the smoke and cloud
There in the sky without a name.
My strength is reinvigorating
Every day at dawn
To the fight standing
Continue in the present
With us to the future
Without many of us.