luni, 22 octombrie 2018

This one's for you

   I saw you today looking for food in places where people throw their garbage away and my heart trembled. I wonder how many times you cursed this life. This life taken away by alcohol, lack of love, loneliness and pain. I could smell the death in your eyes. Those skinny feet, almost invisible, the dirty hair, the bleeding lips, the heavy heart... Stop looking at me this way! Just because I look healthier doesn't mean I'm healthy. Or healed. Or even clean.
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   Childhood nightmares are re-hunting while I'm watching your rotted flesh. Your face is no longer a sunshine in the trauma.
And as homeless as we were, you loved me so bad, unconditionally, I almost believed every man will do the same...
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   I start to feel guilty for every unconcious lie, every drunken night, for people I tried to call my home, the one we never had. Where are you now to heal this child, to cry when I say I wish I was never born, to kiss the scars on my blood? Where is you're cynical laugh when I say we never had the chance to grow old as normal people? My visions are dying with you and hope is swallowed by autumn sunset.
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   He who is born in flames returns to his fire. She who never had a place will never find a shell for her own.

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