The Unconfessable Poem by Agatha Eliza

A scream dissects the life
separating the pain of the body
of that of heart;
symphonies of chaotic instruments
filling the ever tensed void
deflating veins that once
were clogged
by rust, dead forms and ash...


We are linked by the secrets
that made our roots
spring from the same one -
the unconfessable
yet we're strangely
tranquil, and kind-hearted,
always stepping on velvet-like
sounding strings, which have
thorns underneath.


Our unshakable trust is like
a bridge, over which
you can hear the ravens mourn
and from the vast unknown
tiny black feathers
land on our shoulders,
covering us all
in an ancient war goddess' cloak!


We now long for another dance
around an ancestral fire
for the names that crowned us
long before this time, or
the entire world has forgotten us,
as inside the curtains of flames
that burned you once
will never break your spirit
or ever kill you off again.