We sat at the dining table
thorns rushing to grow
mother & father handing over the waybill
as strangers we're bound to know
above us waver words from a speech
identified as the tear
i picked one up to unteach
myself of the prayer
it leaves the first leakage
in the foundation of our display
and speeches we don't speak of
to hold us at bay
but with time the leakages manifold
the damage becomes irreversible
transparent turns the blindfold
above the dining table
our roof is leaking
the water overflowing, the ceiling's creaking
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
