Neli Fatu de Valahia

Nobody's Child






Journeying back from
the train station
I went to see
the dark room
again.
There is no other place
to hide
and in the absence
of love
I feel like
nobody's child.
Deep inside, I pray
to God
for my naked wounds.
Yet, listening to
the crying walls
speaking for me
I can sing their cry
can you hear?

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