The murder happened today,
we did it with our hands
the feeling bounced away
leaving vacuum and fence

Amputating those thoughts
that were mystery plays
leaving boats in the sea
letting them float away

There's still stock in boats,
and the decks crackling songs
though no people in wood
to direct sailing wounds

Time for grief? - Let it be!
From the worst to the most
of the greatest to be...
Are you man of the word?
Part of you, who knew me

There was time when I could
forgive, forget and try on
now I am running away
in the opposite way from the pain
that lasts long.

Anastasia Tara

March 7, 2017