Inner canyon

Wide trapped hope,

closed under an empty language

where symbols are attaching sorrow

from fluid meanings,

as the shape of an abortive kiss

the lonely years sentence

running into the deep wide

inner canyon.

Millions of voices surrounding

us

killing

us

frightening

us

trying to love us too.

And the bone of the soul,

where is trapped the hope,

is an ugly speak,

an ugly talk,

self talk,

automatic speech of fear and pain.

There was a shinning sun inside this body

inside us.

But now is a darkness mirror

a darker sight than the water of hate:

who will forgive the tender destroyed?

when do we met the calm silence of peace?

Why do we forget the happiness light?

No one will hear our time

frustrated as a bullying child

or even worse

crumbling as a wet piece of cookie.

 

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