Black Scarf
Stop muttering you silly child
And close those eyes that by nature had been shut,
and by men were once again brought back to you
…Poor children, don’t blame’em,
for it was a naive attempt we all expected it succeeded
Was it all a bad joke?
Two blue diamonds glittering against the cold withered light in the ceiling,
but no shine is found in them,
not anymore
Shut your mouth and lock thy throat,
for nothing ever belonged to you
Knell beneath this wearisome sunset
and feel its warmth fade away into the night
In the years that passed you’ve drank and smoked thy bewildered sorrow
and at no point neither you forgot, nor filled
the hunger or the hollow
My heart aches for you little one…
Do not cry, what’s the use in it?
Rivers were spilled before you, and ended where?
Do not try to hinder nor haste, for nothing is at touch reach
You could stiff and stone cold your heart,
but what good would that do?
Mend yourself child
Betray your bewilderment
and dream with it with twenty hundred thousand times
more joy then you used to
— Lucas Gorla Dedicated to His Grandmother
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