The Garden in my Head

For a second of scarlet seas
Locked in a secret nowhere.
A place to take my unknown needs
I would drift, and float; no bother
Of a physical breath, across my skin
A horse stained shades of grey.
Whisper to me words within
The mute lips of my brain.

Seconds, hours, days I laid,
Staring into the blue.
As wanted as myself I made
Never be it real nor true.
“It’s time for you to leave, my dear”
The horse was once more right
Of course; The vision of my fear
Stabbed me with a ray of light.

There I go, back to the stones
Between which lies my entrance.
I jump – collapse, tissues and bones
On a marble floor of senseless
Patterns of squares, black and white
Forced to open my eyes again.
The tiles no longer seem alright
Blood-stained, crumbled,
Real.

Zainspirowane przez "Zakon Krańca Świata" Mai Lidii Kossakowskiej

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Dodano: 2006-11-15 17:57:24

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