-...Violence...-

Violence

 You're standing on a bridge, high up

cannot know where it leads, How long 

will it be before you sleep

in the old ways of peace?

longing for the other side of you

safe from the storm, caught your veins

in the absence of time to the point

of this immaculate and burning point

of no return.

Lost in the midst of all this violence

it shapes you deep within to nothing

And the knowledge of nothing

it drips through your skin, defined

by fate that is no more, nor ever was.

Heart succumbs to pretending 

Never to have left your Home.

Too blunt of a lie to tell your own soul, 

You never needed to, at all.

Too long, too far to go back

Through many ways where all light dims

In wonders you lie awake to ask, 

if ever will you return.

In your chest, so heavy, stones of memory

Of the loving wild windows and doors.

The way the walls sang you to sleep.

The warmth of the night was yours

And life , it lived on your skin

You used to carry it around like a photograph

But now it is lost...

Forever.

Home was all right

in every angle of the halls

The sparkling waves of time 

in every breath of every day

  The meaning of that silence 

   under those  sheets of  your bed

Th'eternal grounds of safety

when lying on your floor.

The confident protection 

of the beating on walls.

But the ones who'd never forget

They know not your voice...

Anymore.

So, as the wind cries you away

up these roads of meaningless faces

You fight still strong 

and pray to let go

of piercing stones under your feet

so unwillingly left behind

'cause you counted them all

named each after a star

May they bring you back

If it gets real dark." 

Sara Fernandes...