in small steps, whispering sadness
he forgot to ask for a last hug
with the womb
it's true that once he had been
a peak, a rock in the mountain
until wind painted
a crucifixion
i'll keep your memory alive,said her
hooks will not have anyone to hang but myself
whose meat to cut into small pieces
since I am doomed
the death i'll welcome arms wide open
maybe there's a light at the end of sorrow
and this gray morning will turn up to be a wake up call
in my falling the angels are near
as to the very first stone to follow me
Niciun comentariu:
Trimiteți un comentariu