janeiro 05, 2014

VICTORIAN

The pain of mind is greater than physical pain
the same as this morning the body shudders
Spinning on memories
Flowing tears
the missing and the loss
While the sun shines outside my window...

Not giving a damn
Not caring
The prisoner looking right now to its brightness
and bleed inside petals of crimson roses
as a Victorian Sunday song...

(Joyce Martins)