Life will kill me some day
as I fly into the (un)known,
hearing that old shout,
keeping my secret still.
I hope somebody can fire me answers
or save me while the razor is rusty
and the window is ajar for I am blind
to see any star or the sun behind
the barbed wire.
I may lay my head upon despair's shoulders soon
and feed the bloody moon
as I sink in my unsconscious mysterious waters.
I may marry the anguish of my eyes
and unzip my fears while I fall.
The journey is sweet though.
Life will kill me again
as I sit in the shade for awhile and frown
at this ugly sight within.
But I won't forget to lock
this gate that leads me to Maya
or I shall never finish this suicide note.
Karla Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011
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