Untlited #1

October 9, 2011

Walking under the shadow of leaves.
going against reason and feelings.
There where I have felt in the way,
I knelt to praise the holes of the road
begging for answers for my pain.

I asked to the scars over the flesh
what is happiness?
they told me that maybe
the answer to my affliction
sleep under the bruises
made by naiveness.
I forgot the moment
when everything imploded.
All the small memories.
fragments of myself
are buried deeply
in the flesh
wounding my faith.

Now how can we do
to understand
what happened
when we are victims
of delusional grenades?


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