The dawn
was angry,
grown gray
in mist rolls.
I stretched
the arms to the skies
trying to
rip this dense veil
I was
arrested in solitude.
I fell to
my knees in grief felt.
The sky
cracks as my soul,
Letting drop
gold stars at my feet
undone and
felt through streaming cracks open
gnawing the
virgin land, where nothing germinates.
I cried for
the breeze, I scream for the wind
Replied me
the storm collapsing
regreting the
lament on the lips dry and cracked
If there
was pain, was numb.
If there
was emptiness where’s the silence?
And the
pearls would gather
In a
translucent necklace that suffocates me.
It was
dawn, but there was not a new day
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