MARTYR

I was the keeper of his dreams

the guardian of his heart

and the darkness took me in its cold embrace

now I see the light no more

and I wonder why I must bear this cross

walking with my bare foot in the flames

it is so heavy for my soul

but at least, in some way

is the only thing that keep us still entwined

and someday we will sit and

under the light

we will share all the pieces

and

there will be not anymore the need to hide

behind all those masks we have to put on everyday...

© Diana Mistera 13.01.2012