When Only Paper Can Save

It's Always the Same

The sun's rays enter the window; it lights those gems.

Rose quartz, opal, amethyst, and topaz shine down like tears.

Bed of a man that raised a third generation child with pain;

silks with memories of rainbows can only be represented now by shadows.

Candles are placed on short tables that wanted to be something more...

The wax drips as the sound of cries echo; it's always the same.

Flowers grow without roots around a mass of cold flesh;

still and humble, sometimes I wonder why you were always the same.

I remember how that particular room, that I'm leaving for good now, was filled with love.

Like a newly found rock, I was fed with the richest fruit of wisdom.

Body of that man is always treated as nurture instead of humanity, it's always the same.

I'll stop now, my tears are burning like fallen angels escaping from war.