Amelia

I’m tired of

Holding my own 

Frailties close

To my chest,

Trying all I can’t 

Just to keep them 

Safe from

My iron will.

I don’t know how to

Feel

Myself but

Hurting my hopes

And punch them 

‘Till I feel guilty

Like a mother.

It’s like a rape:

I’m bound to these hours

Of never ending grin.

Everything I own 

Writhes and

Sweats and

Hits its forehead against

This slice,this cold 

Body of mine 

Again and again 

And it won’t ever stop

Or take a step forward

‘Till I stare with my eyes

Wide shut,

Collapsing against 

Any tombstone at the 

End of all the miles

My feet run

Bearing the heaviness 

Of that corpse:

It tosses and turns,

The riverbed is a mess

And I cannot but say

“This brain fever is gonna make you

fell ashamed”.

-Pain,you say,pain is my

Daily bread 

And so it is,

Even when it’s closer 

The dawn,I must reach 

The highest hole

Put my head into 

That dreadful line

Of nowhere and then

Scrape the mold 

Off not to die.

-My spine is a trembling 

Voice

Is the kid’s cry  

In front of his own trampling 

Shadow,

But that’s mine.

And I cannot but pray

With folded hands 

-Of misery and no lands

To deny 

And no defection 

And no treachery

For being executed-

To God’s sake

To be buried

Sooner than today 

In the Black Forest

-In which the very first

Seed of my  absence grew

And pulled up roots

And withered 

And died,

Being one with the night-

With those tragedies 

I untiringly play

Act by act

Facing the Truth

Telling myself She’s true 

But She never complains,

As sick as She is

Drenched in her bed of 

Waving gloves:

Around my ears

Let them search

For a good company.

You sing 

Through your teeth

A weel-known

Feminine melancholy 

While driving

-I can’t hear 

But something melting 

Down in my stomach

Colliding with 

An endless run

Toward the delicacy 

I could never wore.

You look at me

With those black circled 

Eyes,made thick

By your evergreen

Fight

-Between my hairs

You kissed my thoughts 

And made them 

Harmless.

I’d like to feel

The way you lie

Against the despair

I glimpse

In that fearless voice

Covered with 

Standing out 

With your cracked eyes

And your wordless chours,

Pale soft breath

Full of mist

Collapsed lives

In which you bleed:

A marble flesh

Of the coldest stone,

Looking for rest

In a lake of pulsing

Blood.

Founding limbs

Of fragile

Heat

-Warm me up

My honest star,

Keep your head

Up above

My graceless mind

And restless