Gothic Poetry ✒️📃

 

Written on Crooked Lines

The words that reach these lines

are formed by the force of an intellect

that, in expressing the truth contained within them,

will remain alive, even written on crooked lines

like a faded photograph or a dead landscape. 

There is always a memory, a feeling that becomes latent, even worn down by the lines of time. 

There are no limits to expressive force, even if written on broken lines.

Perhaps silence will silence death.

Perhaps weeping will silence thunder.

But the feeling transformed into words

will survive, reaching a continuous peak,

just as love is for poets

and a tear for a broken heart.

Blue Fantasma 🔮😶‍🌫️