Unclean Water

Liquor on our lips,
The acerbity; they seem to sip.
Our dried tongues and torn throats;
It’s this horrible situation which I loath..
The unclean water wasn’t able to heal,
The hopeless prayers for the fish;
They’re now breathless in their many lives,
Their death is what I reveal..
The kind of wounded blood that stays forever,
That floats together with my broken heart..
If I just walk on these burning coals,
Know; That I’m not the kind to exaggerate.
Wasn’t it enough;
The endless pain of a sharp blade from which we suffered
In the past?
The truth is:
We are in the mean time;
Cut open with all of our wounds
And the strength we had is still invisible, it doesn’t last….


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