Cynical Sense
7
the mother was closing the book of duty
going away proud without seeing
in those blue eyes the soul of her child
full of disappointment secretly kept in silence
all day he was sweating with obedience
very smart but some expressions on his face
would prove hypocritical thoughts
in the shadows of his room
7-year-old he was planning stories on life
from the great desert where freedom gleams
to the loving meadow with healthy perfumes
as he was only enjoying the darkest things
in his naked and moist room with closed windows
he was reading his novel full of heavy skies
and drowned forests flowers of flesh
vertigo crumbles with pity
From Letras Mania