#6 Letters to Emptiness

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Letters to Iwo Jima, gone and gone, tried to be history

To be remembered, to be in framed

All taken away to other side, my friend this open world

In caged, already forgotten

Letters to what? Letters to kill all it all

Aside

Being alive

I cannot see clearly how this is aside

Take

A frame of me

I survived in frames

I am a Ghost, not too much

Not any longer

I cannot go further

I fall alone

In mess

I drifted my life in two parts

I cannot see when I look into your eyes

Always blank

I look at you

forever alone

I, my assumption

Drifted all my darkness

In flowers

For a ten thousand miles

I drove the world

To see you

In my arms

Yesterday a lost day

Present forever present

Future made by hands

I hope

I beli(e)ve

Close my eyes

To see clearly

How you can see

When you look at me

Always be yesterday

Not present or future

I see me in a cup

To become empty

Emptiness in your eyes

When I look at you

These frames with you

Now unframed

To appeal a drifted love

Now gone

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