Metaphor of fraud

Written by: bekim tocani

Metaphor of fraud


In the road of loneliness I remake my morning prayers
Yellowed silence buries last memories

Autumn and curtain above my book are broken
Yearly rain writes an anonymous journal

There are no words between metaphors of tears
I bite darkness, fonts and white letter

Due to the rust of time the promise digests
In the corners of ignorance a broken violin hushes

Char lips I begin the ballad of fraud
A frozen key cannot reopen any door anymore

The same you walk and smash, the same you wake up, 
the same you raise and fall,
Lie and cry or be quiet, but kiss the mornings in the heart