Noris Roberts

How does it feel

when a dagger hovers over life,
when anarchy oppresses with brutality,
when dreams dissolve
and let no traces to contemplate?

How does it feel

when everything is swarmed by violence,
insensitivity; clear and humiliating absence of piety?

We are all instruments for an occasion;
others are escorted only by ambition

Oblivious to the world,
dawn is diluted between the breach of vigil and stupor;
the truth is bitter and punishment has no reason

I feel that what I’ve lived was not for me;
this jail becomes transparent before all

I watch the birds enjoying freedom and I ask myself:
am I life or the scrap of an empty facade?

Ultimately,
the jailer will judge me
before the abstract freedom arrives

 

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