Sight
Engulfed in shame,
those long term days
are now squeezing my back
and without knowing at all
it has been there, but since when?
Those long nights
where the child cried,
his voice has been stretched
to the point of denying
all the suffering.
The loneliness of his heart
is still here in this body.
The prayers for death were not heard.
In those pure tears,
there was a hope of love,
it has died now, it's dust.
The long-term alcoholism
is now consuming
all that is left along
with those days
that I want to erase.
Can you hear the reverberating
and lousy cry of the child?
It has now faded, deafened.
And when blood
thrived from his eyes,
the tasteless drops
were bitter and painful.
It has been for too long,
but I can recall
those moments
and look at them
with great disgust.
Those days turned into shame,
it was a nuisance to endure it.
Could this longing for death
take away my last guess
along with the flickering memories?
Take a deep breath
as the days to come
are being burnt away
along with the drowsy pain.
Close your eyes,
dream deeply
as the lullaby
is about to end
in the coming winter.
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