Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

Liberation...

By: Bernadene Dionicio Arches

My mind wanders in abysmal darkness
In this sanctuary of forlorn souls.
With their fragmented longings
And unsullied hands
They find their way in me
Through my wounds that bleed
And create in me a refuge
Of their sacred emotions
Which I alone could not conceal
Because they fill me too much.
And you cannot crush truth to its grave,
It will always unearth itself.
So, I shall set myself free from the ties
Created by your despicable lies.