The Wind Blows
The Tub
Alone in the white tub I see
A vision of a woman waiting for me at the closed door
Lights peeked from under it but my eyes hurt
I cried out for my mother, but it wasn’t her who was there
It wasn’t her, just me, the tub, and the voices in my head.
They are whispering from behind the door
For me to listen to them and give up on everything
Wouldn’t it be easier? You will no longer feel the pain
The pain that is eating you alive
The flapping of the moth’s wings inside your chest,
Set it free with that knife in your hands.
Let she helps.
I drowned my head under the water, flushing out the noises
But I can feel it in my chest, my heart,
The angry movement of the skeletal creature.
Rip it open, then, and fly away,
Only you can set it free.
The ghost steps closer to the claws of the tub in her long white dress and hollow eyes
In her hands are keys to the locked irons on my wrist
To the chains that bounded my here
Swollen eyes meet the empty eye sockets
The water was cold like the stare from the pit of her empty eyes
And slowly my life swirled from the skin under the chain
Red was dripping into the clear water
As I smiled at the reflection of an unknown face
Ripples formed as my eyes rain again.
Her bare feet took a step closer
I can smell freedom from her
Cry no more, child, you shall be free
Then she handed me the key
The key made of silver, shining blade.
The River
The raft was made of broken dreams and shattered hope
And it carried me on this river of my tears
I lied naked under the blazing sun
As the wind blows through my hair for the final time.
What lies await at the end of the flow?
If it is Lethe then I’ll gladly drink from it
Swirling beneath me are souvenirs of unfulfilled hopes
Take me to the end of this flow.
The Ocean
It’s a pity my feet would feel the touch of the wide green carpet no more
The soft caress of the grass that would tickle my naked toes
In that summer field under the warm sunlight and clear blue sky
The picture long gone from my memory
The wind cries, no more, no more.
Now I let myself sink down where the currents embrace me with their cold hands
And drags my fragile limbs deeper and deeper to the bed of broken shells
But right now it is nothing, nothing, under my legs
Nothingness, as empty as my heart
I hear the song of the ocean in my head, whispering
The soothing hum, telling me all is fine
What is lost always goes to the water where it came from
And I am lost, so here I am, crawling back to its comfort
Though it is cold unlike the warmth of my mother,
And nothing awaits when the tide dries.
The wind blows out the bruised petal from the grasp of the sepal
But this is the nature’s calling
I’m sorry it can’t stand the strong wind
And let myself fall away from your love.
