Rebirth
Reflections are turning blue.
I dream of youth.
Starlight shows in the gloom
But only for a second.
I long for absolution.
I pray for release.
Half-empty vases
Torment my inner being,
Foment the truth
That never was
And never will
For as long as there's a gulp of air in my lungs.
My will is plastic now,
My heart unbreakable.
All illness,
oNCE HERE TO STAY,
iS NOW A BLUR,
a DISTANT MEMORY.
aNNOYING Noise
Crawls through my sleep
Infests my dreams,
controls my actions...
And no one will recall.
I promise
Here and now
This is the last time
I'll abandon myself.
OUtside in the cold
A flower blossoms
Blooms
And marvels all still life around.
I dream of youth.
Starlight shows in the gloom
But only for a second.
I long for absolution.
I pray for release.
Half-empty vases
Torment my inner being,
Foment the truth
That never was
And never will
For as long as there's a gulp of air in my lungs.
My will is plastic now,
My heart unbreakable.
All illness,
oNCE HERE TO STAY,
iS NOW A BLUR,
a DISTANT MEMORY.
aNNOYING Noise
Crawls through my sleep
Infests my dreams,
controls my actions...
And no one will recall.
I promise
Here and now
This is the last time
I'll abandon myself.
OUtside in the cold
A flower blossoms
Blooms
And marvels all still life around.
posted by Nelson Pereira at 11:55
2 Comments:
olá!
Este poema está espectacular.
PARABÉNS!
Gostei mesmo!
Joana Paes
love, i ask you
if I go out mining
carry my pick and my hoe
if I go out in the dark
morning to dig you up
to dig you out of my-
self the pick to cut away
stone and the hoe to turn my
heavy dirt will I find
you hard and silent just
another sharp stone in the
seedy soil of me or should
I go out in the night
with a flashlight a torch
to pull your night-crawling self
up out of the dark of my
thick loamy skin will you
rise to the bait of the
light? if you do and I pull
you up thinking to pierce you
on some sharp hook and feed
you to another poor
fish will you break in two and
half of you slip back through my
crumbly crevices will
you still be turning there
in the deep dark loosening
dry soil with the slippery
sheen of your body?
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