when i couldn't sleep

weapons

i realized that there are
two things we let reside
in our hearts:
one is the golden dawn,
days where our blades
are polished
and minds are as sharp
as ever;
second is the cloudless,
clear night with
haunting nightmares,
the monsters
lurking in dark corridors,
and we are with no means
to fight, for our daggers
are rusty and hands
covered with blood;
i know for sure that life
is not colored with only
black and white,
but the heart
only wields two swords:
to stab one's heart
with love,
or to pierce through
with pain;
in my case,
i have lost both swords
to other knights.
now, i am a slave
of my own
love
and suffering.

l.d.r.h.