Rodney Woods
Save me
from my sleepless dreams
when sunburned
pregnant fears tear the sky,
discovering
the secrets of her wounds.
Save me
from the forgotten arms of time
as I ran
fast into my own woods, looking for
the steps
of my mistakes.
Oh! Save me…
She opened
the window today
but there
was no horizon sleeping anymore.
She refuses
to weep and I only weep
when those eyes
are blind.
Save me as I
repeat the same words,
inventing new
meanings to my foreign world.
Oh! Save me…
Save me
from my trembling hands
when I see
her pain, when I am weaker
to fight against
my deformed self.
My present
spills my blood carelessly.
Oh! Save me…
Life pretends
to be alive.
She is my
breath, she is my voice.
(can’t you
see that?)
Oh! Save us…
Save us…
Karla
Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012
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