it’s gloomy in here
you hardly sense
a breath escaping
and lips seem
to be made of stones
cold and beaten
by the wind
forever silent
forever waiting
and all is slightly grey
the sounds just lay
on the softest heart
vibrating slowly in the
cavity of chest
an unplayed symphony
that’s hidden at the bottom
of the ocean
in your body
Tag: water methaphors
God is a merciless fisherman
merge into reflection
of a river stream
being blinded by
the callous flow
you swim with
the pisces of reverie
caught by God´s hands,
left on the land
and never set free
you suffocate