Ritual
Fills me with pain this morning
Tears cry
until now, I'm with practice these rituals
And cracked my inside victories to defeats
when comes a flood pulse
To salvation
my Dream hanging on the wall of the distance
imprisoned between sadness daily
Approaching my pain just a wrench
Waiting for someone else to answer
Despite surprising outlook
I can see all windows
Choose all direction
One hundred way of salvation for my soul
To kill the silence inside me
Fresher my words at saliva of the tongue
m voice along sight
But thing stays
Still my spiritual melt
Give it to me …. A last time.
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