the right to keep silence ( to all my fellow poets)

whomever said writing is easy and that you wouldn't lose yourself
into metaphors or epithets piercing your thoughts was so wrong
sometimes you feel leafless as the trees in autumn
living here and there an harlequin with no epaulettes on his shoulders
light comes so late just a sparkle covering the shadow
steps almost unheard in the desert smells like nothingness
like helpless and bitterness at the heaven's gate a demon calls my name
repeatedly leads me into temptation a body of raw clay
the unborn in me shouts to be born but he could have waited
the placenta is not protecting him anymore from the storms
sometimes i wonder why the blood tastes like holly water and
i can't exactly tell if i am sleeping or just faking it

i haven't been taught to live alone and i
don't know if that's my first or my very last road
enjoying the passing like a snowdrop falling on the crosses
the grave so many times love has slipped through my fingers
been so close but still my happiness so far
the emptiness i cover with the first chaos
le monde c"est laid
sadness shinning in my chest and it has no cure
the curtain falls you have been all witnesses to an illusion
to a dance in the dark and all we have got left is
the right to keep silence