To all the dream killers, let me tell you that you kill nothing but your own...
And to all the dreamers and the child who waited the adult to become...
How someone becomes an orphan without been
noticed?
I am the unofficial orphan of a family
The rebel who was pushed away for being
different
The one who wasn’t granted the licenses to cry
Neither the license to speak out loud the truth
Or in silent below the audible sounds
I had no right for the basic rights
Never a kiss, never a hug, never a word
Unless those ones perpetrated and for my soul
unknown
I grew up in an empty heart
That once was like a balloon full of hope
Of that air that souls bring to life
But with stings of hate
But with pinch of thorns
But with pins of words
Of the most void acts of love
The brand new heart so well inflated
Became an empty, desolated and depleted one
Every time the disaffection stroke
A horrible pain felt my heart
When the vital air was flushed away
And drops of hope bled out the wounds
And scars in my soul formed thousands of walls
Until one day, the worst of all,
The death was sent
As a poison pot
The hate had reached
The top of all cups
And the melancholy
My old companion
Of a lost remote world
Conspired with the wolves
To kill my hopes
And the final battle
Had to be fought
There were traitors who sold my trust
I was betrayed by my closest ones
But I was young, so death and heaven
Were yet beyond
I was a just, I was pure
When in the nightmare she kissed
My cheek like Judas did
To Our Lord
I won the battle
But what I won more
Was immortality
That at that moment I touched.
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