Thursday, November 26, 2009

how intense.

how intense are those pains,
how intense are those blows,
which makes people never let go...
their ears go deaf, to their own shouts,
only a grief stricken silence screams to haunt...
how intense it must be, how intense...
when they can't see themselves,in the mirrors,
though they are absolutely transparent,
under their naked skin, and their bones...
how inense are those pains,
how intense are those blows,
which makes them bleed seas of tears,
when they wash their wounds,
and it all looks like dirty linen,
to everyone around...
how intense are those pains,
how intense they must be,
they let nothing heal them...
there must be many songs,stories,
they never listen to...
how intense are those pains,
how intense are those blows,
everytime they swallow,
i see a burning charcoal in their throats,
everytime they spit,
i see fire sparkles trying to burn,
everything,including their tongues...
how intense the pain must be,
how intense the blows must be,
the empty caves carved out by,
the acid tears streaming down their eyes,
seeping into their memories,and emotions,
make prickling mites and tites, stalaclites,
like life is made of limestone...
how intense the pain must be,
how intense the blows are,
that life collapses with the mind,
an empty cave with prickles and pain,
like it's made of limestone.

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