i am into words and more words
each connecting to form a chain of an idea
forming a colony of phrases and clauses
and sentences
and then paragraphs
getting into a story that i have created
fiction from my realities
flowers from my pains and scents from my sighs
this is my way of forgetting the pain
a diversion road, no more highways
but interiors, into the graveled ones,
into the grassy part, into a dead end
i will build a small house here
where i can stay for a while, alone and
contemplating,
into the deep night, i create a hollow ground,
a grave perhaps, or a foxhole
to protect myself from intruders, this hell of
a people,
into the darkest deep night
must i sleep soundly under the thousand stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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