Aicimounlight
My first poems in English, like sighs from a heavy heart battling regret and despair. Every pozm is like a loud sigh, heavy and burdened with a long silent story.
Sigh N°1:
A cry from the depth of a depressed heart, who was cut from its life force: the art of words, colours and the power of make believe.
Sigh N°2:
Not necessarily the translucent imaginary beings, but a ghost is whatever haunts us down, during our waking and sleeping ours.
It's the silent despair we carry like possessed souls. it's the loved ones who never leave, once they are gone!
So fight your demons for dear sanity, for stolen moments of normal, or let them consume every single breath, slowly agonisingly, until you you wish you never have to take another one. You're choice! I choose to fight.