10 de mayo de 2021.
Time passes by
And all I know is
It all collapses
In one tiny spot
And it all comes unfold
In spiral form
Making us see
Time repeats the beats.
Shuttered and fragile
Giving up the battle
Standing in the shore
Sending message bottles.
Hoping to meet someone
Who sees my patches.
Tired of showing up
for noone’s watching.
Looking for the path
In the middle of nowhere
Standing on my own
Feeling so lonely.
Half past, half future,
Present and clueless.
May I have lost my chance
or may I have to wait.
May I move for a next step
or wish I could fly away.
Midnight is scary
Wolves hear its call
Savages creatures
Come for my soul.
Sitting in silence
Mind out of control.
Demons awake
It is their time to show.
Breathing for calmness
Innocently dabbling
Unknown field
Feeding the fire.
Spectactress
Of a burning empire
Seeing it all
Turn into ashes
Empty and hollow.
They drained it all from me.
Wish I could rest
For nothing rests of me.
My soul speaks through me.
Comes deep within
Imploding fiercefully
Breaking the chains
That buried her
Close to hell.
I can feel her courage
And all of her strenght.
You won’t even shut her
You won’t ever dare.
What to do,
Where to go,
when it all hurts
and noone's there
to turn to.
Lights off.
What is left
is remain silent
feeling the depth
that will leave you
numb.
How much
time or strenght
requires staying
in that hole
where everything you know
and you don't
exists
around,
inside
and through you.
Who will dare
to stay with you
even when you
are way too far from you
and way too far from him
and way too far from all
yet so close to the whole,
yet so into the hole.
17/02/23
Growing older and concerning about certain things in life
Never expecting that gradually I would find
That every path I took
Led me to the core
Of what I always knew
Was the pulse
Was the engine
Was my purpose
Startled felt so litte
Yet so huge
Felt part of something more
Sheltered and warm
Beat of this unique sound.
Numb feeling
Stunned looking
Inside the cyclone
Ripped from everything
I felt mine
What should I do
But stand
Bewildered.
Am I even alive?
Could I just be ripped
Also from my body?
Wish that was even true.
Far from that, I want and need more of life.
Am I a parasite?
Do I drain blood out of experiences
To satisfy at least a little
That insatiable part of mine
I wish would leave my body
Before it tores it apart
If I could find the pieces
Of that past that I've been missing
All the life I let drain drop by drop
While singing siren songs.
Nathalya
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