A Silent Fighter
A Silent Fighter
i.
Shadows make my hand to start’s an upsurge,
slowly, stop until it turns to a wildly panorama.
Restrained, flamboyant insignia are dancing.
Rapid, explode the reddish blood flowed.
ii.
Emaciated stain sketch in the papyrus,
strive to illustrate the mouth of the famine.
Scrawny, bloated stomach, pathetic…
Premonition of an old times epidemic.
iii.
Neurosis inside the mortal psyche,
moan, hilarity, muffled in anticipation.
Perhaps in tune of wilderness,
existing, gasp in new world that created.
iv.
Vain, blemish spirit, happiness, memoir…
In the tomb of an unnoticed conqueror,
pieces that once molded by dispense nor
manu scripted in an exceptional wave.
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December 11th, 2007 at 7:58 pm
too deep.. i can feel a mixture of mistery and weirdness..
it’s great.. you made me think beyond reality..