Sanctuary Poem by Charcoal Bullet

Freedom will twitch as trigger
Proclaiming pain of happiness
And only thousands of my lines
Will not colonize on my hands...

It too routine to memorize
The life as before and after
In a structure of each - there is
a kernel
My was already divided into parts...

Unexpectedly to become the toy of time
To be lost into a loss…
Forgetting terms and edges
I become sure
that I not I…

Death will smoke a stranger
dreams
And will wash down glass of
dry hopes...
We remained simply not needed
as well as before - between
light and darkness

And then walls will
collapse on us
Because they waited rights
To say the word too long
In reply to our prayers...