Category : Poems

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The dust buries my bones,
 The sand presses hard on my lungs. 
 The light reveals the dark side of my life, 
I can no longer breathe, as I used to many times.  

My dreams are drowning,
 My skin is bleeding, 
My flesh is splitting.
I am like a dry leaf 
Torn under their slippers. 

 I can't hear the noise from outside,
 I'm locked in a box right now.
I'm saying to myself,
 "Don't be afraid, child."

  I'm numb, I can't move.  I don't think it's over,
 I think it's just the beginning of a new beginning.

  My voice disappears, 
The traces are erased, 
Shards of glass pressed 
On the soles that are already broken.