A knock

A knock on the walls
Of my brain
A rainbow shows up in the sky
There is a knock
On the walls, the internal walls
Of my skull
A scull in the horizon
A woman rows the scull
In her maiden dress
Unblemished by the muddy waters
By the grey matters
By the thoughts
Unblemished maiden emerges
Into the walls, caged
To be violated
Her innocence like a rainbow
In a child’s hand
A knock, painful
A knock, how short a childhood was.

May 26, 2017

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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