Epitaphs to a homeless person
by feggyr-citack
-for Easter, on a body appearing in the melting snow
You can see now...
you can breathe, freely:
nothing can touch you now.
Cry, suffer, die ...for a brother
- by brothers you may live.
Every person has his breaking point,
I turned to drugs to ease the pain.
Do look down on me, a mirror,
having you reborn, a man again.
Innocent like a still-born child,
faithful like a sleeping foetus,
ready like a falling seed.
Today it's me,
tomorrow... you.