Makeup
fingerprints left behind
limbs scattered across the floor
they show their face in their wrinkles
wiping away the tears of a tired body
tripping over human instincts
I stretch out my hands cracked with shame
flawless makeup leaving traces
his tired eyes showed flames.
from the recesses of dormant thoughts
tired of brooding
I lose myself in the past where anger
shatters my memory of destiny
pressure drop in the clenched hand
transfusion of sighs filled in the soul
allows you to survive by lighting the way
dust off the weariness of life
Freedom Open The Door
The endless sky looks down
hearing the joyful voice of the lark,
only me is a gloomy sight
I worked for him for several years.
Thirsty for love, feeling too much
I was looking for a cure for sorrows
I wanted to change the color of my life
I am suffering the consequences now.
Holding Pandora's Box in his hands
I see the profit and loss account
humility was lacking in the negative account
sorry it took so many years.
I start real life like new
I leave stormy days behind me
I believe I'm finally ready
open my freedom door.
Wanting to finally find peace
not to return to the dirty past,
I raise my hands in a gesture of peace
tasting the first sip of love.
The endless sky looks down
hearing the joyful voice of the lark,
I lift my head slowly
Freedom is no longer a dream.
Having Seen The Light
.
the undigested soul bends underfoot
having found the soles of purification
bursting sins seeing the light
separated the tears from the ashes
raising succulent branches of hope
carrying the world on sloping backs
among unhealed wounds
inner light of blemishes and cracks
hugs the scars of doubt to the heart
a muffled reproach ends the gleam
to become one with the air
skinned by expectations
SLAWOMIR LĘGA
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