Cowardice

In this evening when the autumn
Starts to speak with its loud voice
And I’m so far from the ocean
From its beautiful noise

I wonder to myself
Why I am still there
Among the living creatures

And I think it would be better
If I was somewhere else
With the body under the soil
And the soul outside of it

So that I really could
Close this sense of deep rout
And I could melt my being

So maybe it’s better I die 
No I can go on trying, again 
I hope death is my way to fly 
Far from the pain I have inside 

But these thoughts are just illusion
And at the end I’m still here
With the heaviness that crushes me
So that I can hardly breath

And it’s so difficult
To stop all by my own
Cowardice is my last failure

Today if I think I will die 
I feel better inside, to me 
Life is just a gift, not a right 
And I have wasted its holy time 

Nella foto, Mediterraneo dalla Baia di Dingli, Malta