As if walking-
in cyberspace, searching
for you.
I want to ask you
to give back my tears-
which were shed,
on ****** beach.
What renunciation-
you need, living in the shell
of a mollusk?
You don't want to-
be found. O destiny, goddess
of ciphers- tell me,
why did this happen?
Your silence opening the
blood trails?
My branded poem still weeps.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
As if walking-
in cyberspace, searching
for you.
I want to ask you
to give back my tears-
which were shed,
on ****** beach.
What renunciation-
you need, living in the shell
of a mollusk?
You don't want to-
be found. O destiny, goddess
of ciphers- tell me,
why did this happen?
Your silence opening the
blood trails?
My branded poem still weeps.