My story begins far away,
but a memory that’s hard to say
sometimes I can’t believe
From everything that I see.
Walking down crowed streets as if a stray.
Sometimes before you do, have to pray.
The Holy spirt may travel in me.
But still I do not feel free.
In every story there is a beginning
How do you know if there is an ending?
Right now it starts,
My name is Marcelo.
feeling space taken up
Feeling so much pressure
Only I can rest assure.
One big planet earth
And only one tiny quite soul
You wonder what this story means
But look closer and travel along what I feel
Putting in this poem and what it means.
My family, my girlfriend, and friends
Is all I got.
One thing that’s been taught.
Just stand and fight,
But show no fright.
How can I try?
Is this game really life?
This is me
From what I bleed,
Like tears when they fall so free.
Just silence is my song,
That’s the song I shall sing.
Just please let me be.
So I can truly feel so free.
Does this poem have a happy ending?
I’m not sure but a new day is a new beginning .
Let me show in the future,
What I accomplished yes it’s true.
Not now but soon,
But the word here will show up soon,
Just keep reading this over time.
No matter what,
time you can not buy.
Here is the end,
I hope I do not blend.
Please everyone let me be,
So I can shine like a star as it was ment to meant be.