He gave up on all last night,
It was more than he could bare
The pain was splashed on the floor
It was translucent, no tracks.
These are the easiest to hide
Scars so deep, it’s impregnated.
As he walks along, a smile,
The infamous facade that strikes.
No one will feel, what is nibbling,
Slowly eating out his emotions.
In the wide open vast that engulfs,
Who will hear his clamor for help?
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden fotograferades vid Pilkalampinoppi den 9 september 2013.
