time pierces what thick wooden
illusions lie there
it is like a metallic drill that goes
right to the nincompoop heart
there is a hole
a tiny one, where blood begins to drip
like tears
the pain is unbearable
but it will only be for the first time
drifting upon your
innocence
soon the lessons are learned
the eyes open
like the sun on a bright morning
where lights act like pins piercing
upon a numbing skin
one evening
when the rain is gone
when the world is as silent as the feet of the cat
you mind makes
a conclusion: how dumb was i?
how unreasonable have i become all those years
when i entertained a wound?
how unjust was i to myself
and to the rest of my kin?
how chronic were my lies
cancer of my heart
on love that takes pride and romance
on being
unrequited?
night gifted you with the wisdom of its horrible silence
those insomniac hours
have become your true friends
the following morning
a white bird lands upon your shoulder
tamed and knowing
what to do
back to work,
sanity regained
what a shame!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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