Letters sculpted in the sea

The words came out spilled together with my empty tears, they were written with the pencil of my gray days and the red ink of my bleeding heart, they spoke by themselves what I never dared to shout; my silence became sad poetry that flies away with my soul.

Every sleepless night they have a life of their own, they travel freely and express what for years I dared to shut up, they are silhouettes that no one dared to look at, they are just words sculpted into verses that the sea takes away every night *


I write so as not to forget.