I waited for you
Until the sun would shine...
I am not waiting
But I have not moved, I have...
I went to hospital last week—
Alone, afraid, too weak to speak...
The fit is the scream of silence
As she floats high above the burning field...
Of smoke and sand
saltiness between cement...
When the rain starts falling down
From above the graying clouds...
While walking on a long dirt road
In forest depths, with trees so tall...
Time is cruel and unforgiving.
It does not stop...
how dare you see me again,
with indignation sharp as flame...
Sunset
Thunders growling...
"I gathered nothing," you declare,
Yet gathered my trust, beyond compare...
carrying the knife in my trembling hands.
wondering where to jab it in between my glands...