Painting by Amina Broggi

I watch your vulnerability
cracking your scales
as you run on adrenaline,
immersing yourself
in trepidation and pity.

I wonder where your inner being
might be after the last war
against your own army.
There is no victory for the doomed ones.
You were born of some powder when
Neptune was retrograde.
Will you ever understand your
soul mission as a Piscean?
She has no time left to save you.

You should have completed
your major cycle of existence
but the wheel of fortune carried
you away to the underworld
and Hades doesn’t want you
to come back.

Your life has become
a ctonic rite and I can only
see you drowning
in waters of yesterday.
And while you solidify
nothingness, breathing
a lie, she cries in my trembling
hands again.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

1 comment:

  1. What a magnificent way to express between a rock and a hard place! Your depth of expressions are never ending my friend! EXALT!