PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

Word that arms you as a warrior

In the trenches of illusion,

Your dreams fall due to blindness

In the lines of my hand.

You fight with strength, with fervour,

In search of meaning and reason,

But the weight of the dream is greater,

And you fade into the darkness.

In the lines I trace with care,

I see you fall, fragile and alone,

For even with your bravery,

You cannot escape the fate that pains you.

You are the warrior who throws herself to the wind,

Who defies emptiness, oblivion,

But in the furrows of my writing,

You lose the battle, without breath.

Word, that arms you as valiant,

Know that your effort is not in vain,

For even fallen and silent,

You live eternally in the emotion.

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