Pain

Time hadn’t been so fast.

The pain still lingers

like the ringing of bells when the wind blows.

It stops, then returns, and stops, and returns,

never gives me time to rest and recover.

Whatever it does

makes me shutter,

lets me reform, not totally.

Only until I am about to pick up the last fragment,

until I thought it’s going to be over,

it’s not

It stops, then returns, and stops, and returns,

and my heart would soon be crumpled.

It almost stopped beating,

almost.

For the wind is suffocating me.

The earth is devouring me,

and the sea only watches in silence.

The pain stops, then returns, and stops, and returns