SCARS. sculptures. february 2016


February 19, 2016

SCARS

Silver and gold

Moon sun noon

Barrel of a gun

Scars in my soul

Scars on body shining black blood

sacred balance disrupted

Februari rain lets get shelter

Body of pain going insane

Candle flame, only heat

Scared of the light

Why do we fight.

Once the gold that watches over us,

Most majestic star

The Sun so dear, a memory.

My Scared hands remind me of last hopes

Of slipping in the endless rubble

Trying to find buried alive

With bleeding feets i stumble

Walking ways of our soul

Knowing that lost is our gold.