Emptiness here which I
Thought I admire
It’s heavy, it’s cold,
But it burns me on fire
Searching for an answer I’m
Exploring myself
Hoping still with the time
I’ll be healed by itself
Reaching understanding
That forgetting does it same
No matter how I’m trying
The whole is in my brain.
The story is just mean less
There is nothing I can learn
World is so imbalance
The reasons are unknown
Back to the beginning,
Watching till the end.
Collecting all together…
I want to understand
To understand the meaning
Of the film I’m in
I have to keep remember
One deleted scene.
The scene I once erased
Or covered with the patch
even if it bleeds
It’s time to see that scratch
So ugly, deep as others
My body is now complete
Here passenger called “sorrow”
Is tacking the backseat.
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© Copyright: Хелена Брокер, 2023
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