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I burn the insignificant sheets
of light and darkness that seem printed in blood.
Stains of ink remaining
even ripped from the word to which they were rooted.
I seek beauty as a way to dodge the clouds
of darkness that reduce hopes to ashes.
I run away from the bleakness that, with
their makeup of torment, tries to calcine my deepest dreams.
Photographs of ghosts that vanish
in a stream of withered stars.
Light strokes that seek to be breathed
but die in amnesia.
I still get the sweet smell of nostalgia
that in a loop of tears rides into a tomorrow
that rises from the inexpressive remains of dawn,
trying to find a chink of agonizing light.
But the only thing that leaves my lips is words,
corrupt meaningless words that
like needles devoid of a fate, walk
into an empty sea of commiseration.
I incinerate a letter in a bottle,
I look around me, but I see nothing but a mask
covered by gestures that try to hide the reality:
The monotony of this empty street.
of light and darkness that seem printed in blood.
Stains of ink remaining
even ripped from the word to which they were rooted.
I seek beauty as a way to dodge the clouds
of darkness that reduce hopes to ashes.
I run away from the bleakness that, with
their makeup of torment, tries to calcine my deepest dreams.
Photographs of ghosts that vanish
in a stream of withered stars.
Light strokes that seek to be breathed
but die in amnesia.
I still get the sweet smell of nostalgia
that in a loop of tears rides into a tomorrow
that rises from the inexpressive remains of dawn,
trying to find a chink of agonizing light.
But the only thing that leaves my lips is words,
corrupt meaningless words that
like needles devoid of a fate, walk
into an empty sea of commiseration.
I incinerate a letter in a bottle,
I look around me, but I see nothing but a mask
covered by gestures that try to hide the reality:
The monotony of this empty street.
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Sorry if my English is not perfect, but it's not my first language.
This poem is all made with metaphors, so maybe it's a bit complicated to understand. It talks about monotony of life and dreams about the future, but I want to see if people understand it without telling anything else
Nina Mertanen © 2011
This poem is all made with metaphors, so maybe it's a bit complicated to understand. It talks about monotony of life and dreams about the future, but I want to see if people understand it without telling anything else
Nina Mertanen © 2011
© 2011 - 2024 aninyosaloh
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It's hard to believe English isn't your first language! This is powerful