The sound of my tears…

The silent sound of my tears
Dropping, one by one, inside me
Builds a strange scenery of old fears
A door without any key

Blind, my innocence with fire sears
Steal the last faith from my “be”
Drive my wings along my shears
Clean the fantasy to set me free

Just want to close my eyes, again
Think, with sadness, about the pain
And whisper to Eternity

Words of a spirit that has lost the wisdom
Of living and dying in its closed tome
Believing one day…. would be open itself to see!