now heis a freezed animal
any body can make
can make wounds
in this flesh
ther s no blood drops
this animal stopped writing
stopped his imaginations......
he lost
the book of harvest
and the sight from infinity
he cant do anything
he s waiting fr that
whom have crown of kindness
he begging mercy
he have to hide in womb
before sun open thAT eye
he cant survive
flood of this unknown sad
the last thread of light
will break at any time
he knows the darkness very well......
after: all existence,
he just escaped from sucide....
one morning?
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2 comments:
such a poignant poem.
so good. so good.
but..
He has to hold on to that last thread.
there has to be hope.
hopes hopes
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