The legacy

Poem - May 28, 2025

The bond of steel that binds you together lets no sound escape,

united like welded, no word escapes from your prison and palace,

definitely no regrets,

no crying, no relief of the burden.

It's like a cut from my beginning to your end.

There is no key, no line, no hands.

It acts without asking questions, affects you from behind:

From your own head, which you should not be afraid of.

From your own decisions that once marked the way,

and now draw circles for all the beauty

that should have remained from you.

From your own worries,

which now simmer without a lightning rod.

From your own wounds in your regret.

You dealt yourself the blow,

because you bet on the wrong horse.

28.05.2025 - Feather of Truth