Just To Be Willing To Die Again

We, who are buried in our beds

carry the weight of life on our shoulders

We are waiting for unknown powers

to turn the world upside down

and make us artists.

We, who died from the thirst of life,

now lay paralyzed in a blinding darkness

We are waiting for the sun

to shine through the Venetian blind

and cause a dancing shadow on the concrete wall.

We watched the night turn to sunny morning

We watched how it didn’t last for long

We watched the emptiness engulfing everything

and now,

all we have is a neverending night.

We, are the ones

who wake up from death

just to be willing to die again.