Jul 6, 2021
EMPTY JAR
Down the path
following the moon,
sadly, I was walking throwing questions in the air
but nobody answered,
maybe nobody heard,
I was crying the tears that no one understood.
For the problems I was able to see
my eyes kept them all
because I was afraid to believe,
almost invisible to the rest of the world
I thought no one would miss me,
right or wrong,
I was looking for someone to release me
before dragging my soul to the ground.
And here I am,
waiting,
sadly, enclosed in an empty jar,
seeing my problems falling apart.
It is true I am drawn to silence,
immune to the prosecutors of my life,
maybe nobody heard me when I screamed them good bye.
Written in 2010
