Porto Alegre

Darkness she’s bridling my thoughts. Nightmare she is heaving the ropes. My passions they are going astray. Breaching the moral banks. Whose currents I cannot steer. Without the guidance of sense. But the tides are so strong . They can surely drag you along. Towards shallow and murky waters. Where rocks and reefs can damage, your hull of human spirit. And once the hull is ruptured. It’s a matter of time, for your ship, called ‘confidence’, to slowly sink. I cannot, but try to navigate myself. Through raging winds and heavy swell. Brave, the tropical storms, and gale force winds. Face the weather of life’s tribulations. When, I can no longer bear anymore. My body withered and mind barren. I will, finally steer to a harbour. Anchor in the safe waters. In the arms of eternity. And for ever dream peacefully, Dreams that eluded my sleep. In the confines of my cabin Stretched on the wooden bunk. With just a bottle of rum by my side. And my poems to keep company.