Wound

Bring the fire again

I can’t feel my fingers

The smiling guitar becomes a sad violin

I can’t play it

Why?

O, why is it happening this to me

I thought I am good

Better

It can’t be, I saw the sun again

I saw walking on sky running from the moon

I saw the moon too

Shining between the darkest creatures

Shining in the darkest hours

I thought It’s cleaned

This dirty, rusty wound

But it’s not

It’s smiling

And I, I am screaming from agony

From pain, pain that I don’t feel it

Just know it

I am just a week wounded soul