Stroke Victims Word Board

That night the silence stops

now stop the night of silence, breathing
obliges a cold, the darkness
'invades the reason, not thinking through the streets
uncertain
of tears lies, feelings
setbacks from fiction,
enact unconscious actors. They
with poetic
celebrate covertly,
useless regrets moving, enigmatic
rotten chores ,
rub consciences, while the thunder
hypocrisy,
blurs the hard reality ', only
waning
in this world who ever lived,
the moon, cold
sister
of that night still silence.

Pasquale Gragnaniello