My feet are weightless and I cant tell when they wil betray My heart beats uneven unaware of its own faltering rhythm. There are gaps inside my head, empty room I do not recognize uncharted, nameless a haunting sweetness, a beautiful pain Ghost of the past Which never can be exorcist, nor I want to
I remember I use to write, in poem Trying to reach out vaguely my words hide in the hollow of my chest, too trembling to step into the light I dont remember Why like stormclouds gathering over fragile light I fear the thunder before it came my lips grow cold and sealed, as though the frost of fear itself had bound my voice in silence. I cannot tell if anger’s face I’ve seen, or if the shadows only wore its mask; memory falters, blurred like smoke in wind, and I am left unsure what truth did burn. thiarys-eurethya.blogspot.com Frozen in time Im shaped by the day my youth hunger for love, yet starve in its absence
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