It’s enough
already…

Hurting,
over ribs
of starved love
protruding from the sand

With just one sentence
you started detox
in my poisoned by hope
tissues

Is it time
to bury my personal god
with a substitute for a funeral ?

No point to begin
the resurrection prayer

I'm here
with emptiness in my heart
which burns more
than hydrochloric acid
of rejection

Wind of renewal
is humming a song
of new opportunities

But I can’t hear it

It’s raining with shattered glass
from a broken window…