Saturday 2 January 2016

Fly from the edge

I walked and then i remember running,
sometimes looking back panting and then sighing
 because nobody is following me, I was afraid all the time,
thinking that the memories were just behind me.
No matter where i hide they will find me and haunt me
. There wasn't much of life left in my legs
but i sucked the last drop of it to reach the top  of that cliff,
where the world ends and the sky starts.
And i believe nobody could find me if i fly from here
.i looked down thinking about all those people
 who flied from here and floating towards the sky
 spreading their wings, which was always there
hiding behind from those people who were less fortunate than us.
Concealed to get away from their jealousy
 I looked to both my sides and spread that big feathery wings,
 spectacular they looked in the evening light
\and then i fell looking backwards,
watching the steepness of this mountain ,
 flowing with the air downwards, downwards
watching the memories waving me all the way

So Estranged

the retribution for the sins I walked through the hells corridor the hot metallic floor where  the bones melt like candles I felt no...