Monday, November 04, 2019

WALLS

In this cold empty space
the walls are coming closer
I am building them again with all my fears
brick after brick
and I want to run, run away
and leave them behind
but wherever I turn I see other walls
and I don't have anymore the power to tear them down

How I end up here again?

I traveled through thousands lives
keeping searching, knowing I find you
each time on my path
loosing the gap on dreams and words along the way

Now on my knees
in front of this wall
I feel the heaviness of every choice we've made
and I just want you to hold me
assuring me you are behind it
to not give in
but,
the sadness is killing me using my fears as weapon .

© Diana Mistera 4.11.2019



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