IT, is everywhere, like the sky above
I breath it, eat it, I grow under it
I cannot escape it any more…
A face, like a mirage in the desert,
in every corner, upon everything,
a soft voice drips to my soul every night
a monotonous painful memory
I cannot escape it
I ask my heart “Do I want to?”
She answers “Can you?”
I ask “How can I?”
She answers “You can’t…”
I say “I am trying…”
She says “You are loosing…”
I cry “The pain has got me…”
She comforts “Live with it…”
Baptized in silence
Anointed with suffering
Purified in fires
of a soul
under siege …
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