the darkness of the inner shadows

wandering through fields of raspberries
absorbed in a torn and empty spirit
I pretend that the pain I feel is not a true pain
betrayed that I am by the creases of sorrow
crossing my eyes aged with the salt of tears
rising from the spring of my heart
fruit of a duel with the darkness of the inner shadows
incoformed with the eternal fascination you carry on me
even voted to silence and oblivion ...
in an endless polar night even the simplest aurora borealis
give me a little life and color ...