What’s for us now?
– He was not alone –
He echoed with blistered red eyes
The muscle of every word
gripped ferociously my mind,
as since when I was born
Legs and heart groan in silence
The sense of wrong at the right time
Enough time have consumed, what to me,
has gone wrong now
Should his anger be deprived of truth
and uniquely be his own?
Or for those of his that come after
the greatest expression of love
What’s for me now?
– I was very alone –
with red blistered eyes
As the tombstone gripped my every word