The Green Tears

Destroyed images, dressed in

our words, collide with green tears

of the innocent.

Wounded names, locked in

cold hands, do not concern

our consciences,

they do not promise a better past.

Light the wind in our mouths, sing

a ballad without words.

Do not run away from loneliness,

love has become a complaint

without unnecessary smile.

I do not want to die without fear

that you will inherit from me

a scarlet sky, a boundless soul.

I dance against the screams, hide my anxiety

from the greedy touch of seconds.

Is what we call pain your reflection

in my mirror? Is a breath of fear here

to bring a stolen lie, duplicitous truth?

Reviews

[Weeping willow]

Nicely expressed,So much hides inside these words, I feel them all in so many ways ;-}