Inevitable

Beside the narrow corridors, rusty environs, the death of a child howling with a gradual symphony with stretcher wheels
Walked restlessly through the snowy wind, I want to reach there, with a thrust.
Hope that seems to vanish away through this rushing...
Destiny is too far, the more routes you climb the more time you get.
But I am not fascinated...
Will bushed gradually and the gains are far too excruciating to my soul.
So I am touching slowly, alongside sorrows and sobering still tweeting through that white little crack.
Anatomy of that canvas
Cascade of colours and dripping pain squeezing me into its innocent belligerence
She is singing a song, with her broken harp.
Eyes shut and miserable fear gaping around her tiny fingers.
I gaze up to it; it was a cloud, a passing cloud...
The trees are shedding its passion
I was tempted to laugh about that adolescence which gives me sweat, aching evenings, love and desire to slit my heart.
Love is always a diversion, in which nobody fails but everyone will find a lane and will lead his own way to conquer.
I used to whisper in her ears about dogmas and world wars
And share her motherhood in that dusty darkness.
All my own advantages!
And at last a few pennies or a kiss with a smoky burp.
World itself is full of liars, among that my lies have no perseverance.
Now present time is a hard reality of my respirations.
Still I am walking...
Quietly, with anguish and anticipation!
With fading memories!
Towards that inevitable!!!