In the quiet realm where shadows weep,
Do the dead find solace in eternal sleep?
I, a wanderer in the land of dreams,
Ponder upon life’s relentless streams.

Beside my mother, where safety lies,
Amidst the echoes of bullets that flies,
My face, a canvas of fear so deep,
Haunted by the secrets that I keep.

In the midst of chaos, my soul takes flight,
Lost in the darkness, seeking the light.
What is this existence, this dance we tread?
A gap between teeth, or a soul unfed?

Does life consist of mere worldly gains,
Or the whispers of wind, the patter of rains?
Hit me up when the monsters play,
When murderous babies and priests hold sway.

Actors on channels, their faces masks,
Burial plots leased in the shadows’ grasp.
My father prays, my sister bled,
Like Jesus, she rests, among the dead.

Ghosts, like lovers, court me near,
On this night of fright, where darkness sears.
Out of sight, my fears take flight,
Kiss me, Mama, in this endless night.

I slumber now, as the dead may do,
In the embrace of dreams, I find you.
In the silence deep, my soul is led,
Sleeping like the dead, I rest my head.

:: 09.28.2023 ::