STIGMATA - Political Musings of Unrequited Love by Ruxandra Duca - HTML preview

Regrets

I could not hold the pen straight,

and I could not display the canvas

after connecting the stars.

The immensity of my soul

occasionally poured its anger

on the guiltless.

I left words rule my senses,

and deceit shatter my courage...

The tongues of my clock

are crooked.

Forgive me, my mother,

my Father,

but I must go to war

with war.