Murderes

If anybody could ask now,

nobody would able to explain the reason

that dragged him into nothingness

and the abyss.



I think of all the murderers dead

I think of a man lying

with his violin, silent at last

I think of an insect

reduced to nothing under a shoe.



Something in the cold wind

searches through the streets

like a wild beast

looking for the quiet end

of our bones,

at this time all that's really needed

is just the midday's sleepiness

but the sun would not appear

anywhere.



Soon the storm will force the moon

to also search refuge in the nothingness

and the abyss ...



Suddenly today I remember

that man, that surely yesterday

was upset somewhere unimportant,

cursing as he looked across the night

and a horrible love song

escaped from his mouth.


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So beautiful, I just don’t have words to describe it
Hug and kisses

 

Thanks Princess, it's good to know you have enjoyed the reading, and that something could be save out of the terrible sadness is left when everyone is gone. XoXo

 

It's a very beautiful poem, young woman.

When the moon has to look for refuge out of herself and her nature
there is not a song able to allay the pain.
So, sadness takes place and opens a great hole in our souls.

Congratulations for writting and thanks for sharing these wonderful lines with us.
My applausse for you.

 

Returning to the Old English language.
Emotional poem that keeps the suspense until the last. It is to highlight the end of the play, terrible love that song that escapes his mouth.

It was a pleasure to read you.

A hug.