I have no cure

By Andrada Costoiu

Mechanical processes inside our perplexed souls,
Make us the guilty masters of our living.
We suffer from the automatism of doubt,
Some suffer of the automatism of faith,
And I, I am guilty of the automatism of love.

I believe in smiles, 
I cherish the slightest traces of memory from the moment I am told a name,
I think that souls are pure no matter how corrupted they’ve become.

I have no cure.

 I picked the roses you gave me,
A poisoned gift,
I would have been happier if I threw them in the fire
And not allow the ghosts to appear.

Five thousand years will pass on human scale,
Before the inner rumblings of your cheating would stop reverberating into my soul.

But it’s no use….

My innocence is not dissolved by pain,
I let you put the shackles on again and I am guilty,
For I love you and…….
I have no cure.


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