Today is in an outcast dream

that I strongly seek in this twist of fate

of orphaned humanity

 

It dawns beneath my skin and I look in the mirror,

the same one in which I frequently see myself;

it always returns me to the terrible place

where my dreams were mutilated

 

Restless, without answers,

I would like to invent words that embrace life;

I cannot stand the looks clothed in shocking indifference

that see over their shoulders with immutable disdain

a fractured and wounded country asking for clemency

©Noris Roberts