Poemas 19

Phony

She’s falling apart,
but standing so high.
She’s crying inside.

No one to save her
from this cruel world.
A bleak shadow in her soul.

And she fights
with concealed anger.
She saves her pride with no stammer.

She suffers like hell,
but shows no regret.
She believes in her fact.

She keeps on strong,
feels her wounding pain shut.
Her truths have no but.

Her rescuer has a name,
she believes that he’ll come
with a kiss instead of a gun.

[Julho de 2001]