*Fooling The Death*

One life finished one poem is over
poisoned by the ugliness
taken away by the hands of greed
but there’s no sorrow in the heart
Life plays on like a story
keeps all the roles until the end
saving them as puppets
There´s a consternation in their pathetic existence
until the final scene the finish line
the conclusion
just to destroy them with a pleasure
with the whirl of darkness
And where are the questions
while the answers are but the breeze of nonsense
echoed within the pattern of reason
at the edge of sense

We are able to go on anyway
sometimes as another one
fooling the death itself in this game this gamble
There is no mourning no tears
Time could be an enemy to everyone
trying to defeat making damage ripping scars
branding its horrid name all over the heart
The smile is all we have in this twilight of ours
It defies the weakness it fights the insignificance
in the struggle against the demon that captured us
It leavs the path open still giving a chance
to finish the journey making our fragile road
as solid as the precious surface of a diamond

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© Eclipse 2008 – 2011

~ by Eclipse on November 19, 2010.