Friday, May 21, 2010

Of the Man and the Wolf

Lying still under a dead tree
Miles away dogs are barking
flashlights leading to a false trail,
And yet she is lying under the tree

Her blood frozen
Her eyes wide open,
Her lips keeping a secret

And the moon keeps shining on her lifeless figure

A desperate wolf and her child
closing on her resting place,
And the moon hides behind the clouds

The wolf sits by her side,
wonders what has she found;
She sniffs her body,

The moon comes out
A large teardrop runs down her face
The wolf and her child, walking in to the darkness
Leaving her precious body at peace

Miles away, a man
In a long black coat
Slits a rapist throat
Leaves a rose and a note:

"Not even a wolf is as cruel as a man".

Miles away the moon is shining
(In the memory of lost but unforgotten roses)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Am I Blind?

"Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are".
Jose Saramago, Blindness

Thursday, May 6, 2010

A Room for One

I don't belong.
There's a place for someone like me.
A place...that no one will judge me.
A part of me either died or was born today.
Maybe I just created a room inside me.
A room only for one.