A hidden face remains silent and bitter, struggles to embrace the past.
A time race,
day and night, to create a bright future that will shine and last.
Furies, restless hopes and fears run slaughtered and crashed.
Insolent
dreams jump out reluctantly, strengthen and prevail fast.
A shoddy
mouth smiles and flirts, speaks fake words and rotten stories.
The ears depart
annoyed, need true love, sincere whispers, not glories.
Mistakes
are terrified, run to escape, stumble upon unconsciousness’ dark end.
Angry mind
grasp their scalp, drags them into the truth’s mud, make them repent.
Hunting passion,
drunk for power, heart is eaten by carnivorous success and greed.
Sole
companion an imaginary friend, paid to expand and share the poisonous feed.
Life is a beast,
life is a bum; he cheats, he rapes, he steals and grows when fed with lies.
Can only break
the spell and calm, if he dares to look in the mirror his proud eyes.
I did.
I saw a mouth.
I couldn’t see the eyes.
They were covered, protected by sunglasses.
But ears approached.
Confessed that heard the mouth whispering one
word.
Pride.
I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A BELIEVER THAT THE EYES ARE THE MIRROR OF YOUR SOUL. I AN AN ARMENIAN GYPSY.
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