“WOUNDED”

Yesterday (my yesterday) was the right time to post something like this.

WOUNDED

 

Words fall on deaf ears,

lost in translation

where arrogance kills humility.

 

In this vicious cycle,

we learn only to unlearn

giving power to jealous gods.

 

We fan the fire

with senseless tears

and we feed the pain

with self-inflicted pity.

 

What evil there must be

that resides in broken hearts?

 

No hope. No pride.

 

No power over it

that engulfs us.

 

Only a hatred

kept with a force

that kills wounded souls.

 

 

Copyright © by J.Gi Federizo

“THE BOX”

THE BOX

“What is this box before me?”
I ask with bated breath.
A glimpse of something that I know,
yet do not wish to know.

I draw closer.

Dark and sinister,
the box seems to cry out with malice.
Its edges rough,
texture coarse to touch,
filthy far beyond naked vision.

Still, it captivates me with a force
that betrays my resolve…
I recognize this box all too well.

I have seen and I have touched,
I have opened this box a thousand times
— perhaps, too many times –-
heeding its whispered call:

“I am yours for the taking, Pandora.”

Far greater is the temptation,
far greater is the fall.
And as the box calls my name again,
I succumb once more.

There is no key here, as always,
now I realize, I am the key.

“Welcome to your destruction, Pandora.”

I give in,
and then lose my soul again.

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Art by Fiona Sansom. Rights to this do not belong to me

 

Copyright © J.Gi Federizo