Candles

My eyes are blurred, but for sure: there isn’t anyone

Though: the silence never comes, help me overcome!

But no: you just talk to the candles that blur and burn my face

One day I’ll blow them out, oh, that endless chase…

In dusk I am covered now, as my blood flows

My blood that you drained and you drank it, it’s true

You built your new life, you’re passing through

the river, the forest, the garden, the sea

 I just wanted to make it through one more life

Oh, but deeply I am falling, not sober

Idle and aging, I am far away from the horizon

Idle and buried, I am just the picture on the wall in your asylum

February 2013

by Andrew Ferez