Poésie

There is a sad song
Playing
At the ballroom
Man
Woman
Men
Women
Woes and words.

There is a sad song
Playing
In my room
Can you hear it?

There is a sad melody
Within us
And our blood is cursed
For all the dads and the moms
raising children
with rules.

We are a sad song
and earth is laughing.

There is a room inside this house
Where the door knob burns, unwelcomed
palms
There is a corridor leading to this room
Where the walls shrink, unwelcomed
Souls

There is a room inside this house
That is painted bright and light
There is a corridor leading to this room
That is painted with blood and sparkles made of bones

There is a room inside this house
That we would call ours
There is a sofa inside this room
Where we would lay and live.

My heart is a house that’s welcoming
My heart is a kid’s room
Where imagination live, thrive and survive
My heart is place, that you would call yours
No longer,

There is no home.
There is no there, there.