martedì 31 maggio 2011

on the threshold

On the threshold of my despair
You left your sign
So that everyone who crosses that door
Can see your abyss inside my heart.

In the folds of my soul
You left your handprints
So that everyone who looks into my eyes
Can see your reflection mirroring in me.

In the basement of my determination
You pitched the tent of need
So that I can’t detach anymore
From the shadow of an inaccessible past.

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