Lights Off Poem by Andre Ribeiro

There are divorced spaces
that I am clinging to them
with dead clock in the air
Where I can lay down to die

There are forgotten places
where I 'm crawling hurted
searching some air to breath
searching some voice to cry

Where, where can I lay down?
Lay to wait the death hours
where I speak to angels and demons
where i claim some reason to fight

In any distant deep room
I make my meal alone
no lighthouse, no cellmate
Im resting there with the lights off