Hysetria

It is not just the scars,

it is the landscapes; dry

It is not just the tears

it is a room; empty

It is not just the numbness

it is a search

I crossed unknown roofs

Measured the lights

Hoping for the Greatness

of uncanny heights

It is not just the blue and the red

it was a urge to fed

It is not just a slap

it is a world divided, apart

It is not about me and you

it is about stealing fire

when the house burn down

I wandered through flammes

stray in the air

for a scattered jaw

of words unknown

It is not just the love

it is a hand over the night

It is not about the blood

it is about pagan laugh

I crossed unknow bodies

Measure darkness

in a sardonic smile:

I was gone

Picture: Lissy Laricchia