Pityriasis Rosea And Constant Urination

With the permission of the beloved Lorena of "My World" public this poem I just found her and I find, as well as beautiful, very delicate and significant.

If I lose
not miss

If I fall not fall.
Why is my god
speak my language,

I walk in the shoes

and has my name engraved in a
endless nothingness.
I'm lonely

but I'm not alone, I feel distressed

but I'm not really troubled.
Since there is a difference between being
and feeling being.

And here I am
beyond what I feel.
's just what I do not understand
the yardstick of my pain.
If I worry
not be weary,
if I cry do not cry.
'm just drops hot
that run through the skin reddens and
clamoring for attention.
can hold my hand, if you want
dry your tears,
tear a smile,
if you can.
But do not miss,
not fall,
not be weary,
not cry.
some time

know the sound of the bell.
"E 'lesson'

Poetry Cristina Khay