"Balance‪"‬

"Balance"


Cracks


A crack in the silence,

like a thin line on the glass,

and all the light, fragments,

fallen at my feet.


I don't know if the world has broken,

or just my voice,

but the breath trembles,

there in the crack of time.


Dawned with a sound

as if something had broken inside,

an old watch or heart,

I don't distinguish.


The roads are wet,

the footsteps are foreign,

and the city — a memory,

that creaks at its edges.


The Rustle at the Window

It looks like a broken whisper,

once upon a time it was a song,

now it's bleeding.


The curtain breaks my form,

two pieces of myself,

half is leaving,

the other remains cracked.


I heard the wall speak,

not words — shadows,

cracks on the surface,

but in the depths, an abyss.


My name shattered,

on your lips — stone,

I too count my pieces,

one by one, on the floor.


The Unknown stands in the corner,

with a face as cloudy as rain,

and yet, her eyes

They know my faults.


We don't talk — it just passes,

and leaves behind her

a cracked mirror,

and a sky without a center.


The bridge shakes beneath my steps,

as if the water is trying to suck me in,

And I balance on nothing,

with palms full of cracks.


The river below is deep,

like a question without an answer,

every board creaks,

every breath a decision.


My body is a broken mirror,

Loss is refracted in your eyes,

and in my palms,

memory sharp as glass.


I walk on shadows,

I'm looking for a ray of light,

but the rift deepens,

I'm slipping in too.


Night without stars,

the sky stretched like skin,

is torn,

and darkness drips from its seams.


I hold my hand up,

I am looking for the center of balance,

but the night laughs silently,

and the edge disappears into the void.


The silence of the room

It is burdened with secrets,

the walls are swelling,

as if they were ready to break.


The Unknown leaves her scent,

like a thin line of light,

but the cracks are deep,

There are no refunds.


The wave is crashing on the shore,

not like before — tender,

but like a hammer that crushes,

the stones, the sounds, the words.


The sea promises nothing anymore,

only wear and return,

I stand on the edge of the sand,

and I define the end.


The Traveler crosses the night,

with steps that leave

cracks in the earth,

and his soul is suspended.


Cracks in the knees,

in the look, in the voice,

but it continues —

breaking time.


The glass in the window is cracking,

every dawn a little more,

the rays bend,

the light breaks into shadows.


How many cracks can a house withstand?

How many hearts?

And yet, no one speaks,

only the light recedes.


The square is empty,

the water in the fountain cracks,

and the night holds tight,

the words we didn't say.


The child is playing in the corner,

He doesn't know about cracks,

but every laugh of his

breaks the illusion.


The shadows on the wall are getting longer,

cracks become visible in the light,

and time passes,

slowly, like a drop of blood.


The Unknown whispers something,

a word without a voice,

and I count our silences,

like scratches in memory.


The glass is fogging up with breaths,

but the crack is growing,

no gaze hides her,

No caress can stop her.


I stand opposite you,

like a mirror without reflection,

and the night fills

with voices that were never spoken.


The wind lifts the shadows,

throws them into the ruins of the mind,

and my steps are carving

new cracks in the ground.


The city is tilting dangerously,

the roads are cracking,

and my soul is floating

like a thin rope in the storm.


The rain is dripping from the ceiling,

the humidity climbs the walls,

me too in this empty room

I count the sounds that break.


The cracks dance in the corners,

every drop is an end,

every silence and a crack,

until nothing is left standing.


The mirror denies my form,

broken into a thousand pieces,

the face scattered light,

the gaze, a crack in time.


I'm looking for my idol on the floor,

scattered glasses and whispers,

and the Unknown stands behind,

like a memory you forget on purpose.


The bridge in my sleep

breaks in half,

I fall into a void without a sound,

and the sea, pure darkness.