Eternal Return - 18.08.2021

It was not enough, not warmth, nor joy;

Not enough for a four year old 

To escape from the gift of Troy

No time to run, as past foretold

Disguised under knowledge

Her innocence sold

For a moment of learning, garbage

Smells like a beautiful rose in a bed 

Of silk, every flashback returned red

Blood fills the sheets and she dreads

Still the touch of a promised heaven 

Of peace and safety, instead he spreads

Little legs, but she pleading, begging

For help and protection, the devil

Instead wished her for itself

For the unknown strains of destiny 

Foretell perpetual vortex and compel

The little girl to hide until her feet bled,

Until her shout cried for someone to hear,

A pleading to stop the time for a while, 

So here, abandoned again, breathlessly 

I fear, I scream in pain for you hurt her 

Carefully this time, the same words

Knives alike move in a blur to scratch

Records in the book of life, alone in world 

I'd rather detach from a heartbeat 

And sing lullabies for the little one

To fall asleep to, in a clean sheet.