When I Wake Up What Will I See?

inside her ribs a cage
holding in a golden rage
her hair is grey
her eyes of rage
where does it form
this awful ache?

her hands are fragile
her lungs are calling
she tried to fly but was already falling
no one intervened between heaven and earth
no one loved another after birth
flee to heaven, earth is a dying star

and if I’d die
through my own hands
would I find these golden lands
if gods eyes gather at me
would he try and let me flee
as if I were one of his angels

her throat is clenched
her heart is sinking
all angels old, grey, and limping
crawl to God, beg him for help
tell you’re a daughter, a sister of self
may he see something you don’t

a dagger’s stuck in her chest
she creams muffled alone for her rest
why dig and why dig it deeper
her graves all done waiting for the reaper
no hope, no glimmer in her eyes
she’s just herself when she ardently cries

so go on, meet God all in heaven
and don’t be surprised if he has already left
for something golden, for a candle that lit
don’t be surprised if he already quit
so there she is, all alone
succumbing there onto her bone

no reckoning, no forgiveness
but at least it’s over now

_{Catrinel Bucur.}