HELPLESSNESS, February 2019
The solitude
A dark hole that absorbs all the noise,
Not the windows, not the doors, not the papers, or the walls,
But it is the solitude that speaks softly with a peaceful voice,
The silence.
A steel wall that hides all the noise,
Not the comings and goings, or the roads, or the trees,
But it is the loneliness that accumulates slowly without choice,
The loneliness.
A dark dungeon that swallows all the noise,
Not the loves, or the affections, not the kisses, or embraces,
But it is the loneliness that gnaws quietly with joice,
And the helplessness…
Not the solitude, not the silence or not the loneliness
But it is the helplessness that eventually destroys .