The borderline storm
(📝Marcella Boccia)
They see my smile
my fleeting grace
A life they covet
a lucky face
But within this frame
a tempest swirls
A chaos where my mind
unfurls
Each breath
a war
each thought
a knife
This isn’t living
it’s borrowed life
My heart
it races without cause
A drumbeat born
of broken laws
The panic rises
grips my soul
A chasm deep
a gaping hole
And in its grasp
I fight to stand
A prisoner
of my own hand
Oh they speak of joy
of love
of light
They cannot see
my endless night
The storms within
the silent screams
The fractured self
the splintered dreams
To them
I’m blessed
a fleeting star
Not a soul
with wounds that scar
They cannot know
they will not see
The razor edge
inside of me
Oh Dublin
hear my shadowed cry
These cobblestones
where I could lie
And let this storm
find quiet skies
Before I’m lost
where silence lies