Metaphora

Inside we bleed, and search, for something that won't come
 Today is too far, realize that, don't try to forget
 We wait in silence, this distance take us far from real
 There, in my horizon, many empty spaces are
 Filled with my nothing
 Too many farewells of falseness
 Too many blows
 Many quarrels never had
 Waiting inside is the fight of our lives
 Too much of grudge and reward never lived
 You know that I've never had time, to leave behind me
 Everything I don't want
 Me, as nothing had been
 As words had not been
 I worked hard since here
 What I lived, I lived (it) for others
 I was saying and thinking not to have time for me in my prayers
 I was thinking of having built,
 But I've never built up myself
 Me, as nothing had been
 As words had not been
 I see in my horizon desire of sowing
 You know that I've never had time to leave behind me
 Everything I don't want
 I witness with my closed heart and hope to die that
 The ripper of my whole life is me and Metaphora of myself
 I witness with my honesty: there are my seeds
 And witness that I want to reappear again from me.