Unilluminated Land

Far behind,

where the moon turns its back,
We dream

till it becomes prohibited,

We set the sails

and watch empty bottles
Swim through rivers,

only the dead fish inhabited.

 

We wake with a scream

that gets drowned,
In the rattle made by feet

willing to just walk,

Engulfed by the depth of this tunnel,

Where voices fade

like words written in chalk.

 

Hungry eyes watching backs

laying in the luxury of their chairs,

Black clouds

following every peacemaker,
As if we’re doomed

to breathe different airs,
Just a penalty

for the damage we did to nature.

 

If it’s true that every person

is a product of his environment,
Then watch us burn

with our hopes accelerating the fire,
And with only ruins

surrounding everyone of us,
To exist is to be prisoned,

so to die is what we shall aspire.

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