Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

UNTIL THE NEXT STORM

by Niccolò Matteucci

Finally I’m back home
finally I
crossed the storm
it doesn’t matter I’m alone
because when
I lost the way
I could hear what my friends say
sadness is not
coming with the rain
I don’t know what to believe in
now it’s
not even what I feel


where I’ve been? what I’ve
seen?
who are you? Where are you from?


 Are you the Devil? Why are you so
handsome?
This time I go back alone, until the next storm



I'm now crossing the door
it's
not a church but I pray
I will never be afraid
until a music
will play
with my saint Trinity
Me, a 33 vinyl and a
whiskey
Now I see a shadow on the wall,
is it my soul chasing
the wisdom?



Until the next storm
gonna walk
down
to the crossroad


Added: 28.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

07.05.2010

I thought this poem rambled a little and would benefit from a thorough edit and improved punctuation.

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