quarta-feira, 24 de junho de 2009

My inner struggle

I feel unsure
I fell ashamed
And so my blood will go unnamed


Day by day I fight hell
I try but I can't yell
Day by day is what I smell
The fire that won't cease
The thirst that I can't quell

This soul I will not sell
Even though I die in hell
Here comes again the knell
The water flushing up the well

Here I hear again the knell
It's my time, my chance
My wriggled tree
That I must fell

This I write to the maimed man I saw in the subway. My fate could have (or can still) be his. Thank you for showing me the way in. More grateful I couldn't have been.

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