It fell upon me, like a summer fog
Stealthily, as if a forgotten vengeance, and then
All of the sudden, everywhere, inevitable.
I learned that as one grows older,
The kind of sorrows they have tend
To take darker shades, spread deeper through their
Body, vines of bane, clawing
Twisting at their heart
One tires of standing tall
What unbearable pains, those
That spring from within, the ones that you
Can't relieve, nor you can explain.
One withers like a sunflower : their colors
Fade long before they fall apart.
Sometimes I remember the boy that carried
A guppy in his stomach, a basin of glass
Full to the brim with all the things that
He swallowed
Walking about life, unknowing of what he was
Protecting, until all the water have seeped
Through his cracks.
I am the boy
I am the water
I am the guppy.
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