How long more I will be supported
as I have been?
Where else I will find more solace,
healing and a bit of the true coziness
yet some cuddle?
I’m afraid that it is bound to be dried
the source I have been fed for so long,
so much I have called on it.
I can’t ever spare its comfort and relief,
being me, quite often, the lost sheep.
I know there have been God’s angels,
disguised like humans,
who have rescued me from some frequent
strange, unreal and dubious underground.
Mr. Ferreira, 73, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, having been published in venues like Right Hand Pointing, The Lake, Spirit Fire Review, The Provo Canyon, Red Wolf Journal, Whispers, Indiana Voice Journal, Synesthesia, Algebra of Owls and some others. Ferreira lives in a small town (Formiga (MG) with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and is trying to publish his first Poetry Collection, with about 70 poems, by the coming year of 2017. Has been recently nominated for The Pushcart Prize by his poem “Eating Pain”.