Copihue Poetry

Bored in the small house
enclosed due to a tiny risk
as my cat observes from afar
a brute thought occurs to me
to play a videogame
that might turn out badly? 
inside me a small fire ignites
 
A vice, a fire that inflames my brain
I never fought as hard as a warrior
even so, there is a solution, force of will
with honesty and ability
I can break this vice
that strips me of will
 

I keep struggling, ever more there remains less, for what?
to achieve peace once and for all
the day pass, the weeks and months
my days ever more celestial
 
In the end I finish off my vice
this story was short
at least the black hole of the inner void
left the room,
to remain in my memory.