Poetry by Corina Junghiatu

Shout

My pain has no boundaries,
it is a bird without a sky.
My pain is the unseen blood of the righteous,
the tear that falls on the lips of stones.
My pain is the silence that tears apart,
the light trapped in the cage of darkness,
the truth that gnaws at its own shadow.
My pain is the distance between hearts
that once beat in unison.
My pain is the echo of unheard prayers.
It is love buried in the closed eyes of the world,
the seed that no longer knows how to sprout.
My pain is the song of dead leaves,
the dream scattered in the dust of time.
My pain is the wound of the earth
that has forgotten its roots.
My pain asks for no mercy,
no time, no forgiveness,
it grows like a leafless tree,
like a starless sky,
like a God forgotten by men.
My pain is the final cry of light
in a world that has learned to go blind.

Copyright@Corina Junghiatu