Interior Monologue

Although rain lulls me, wavy thoughts and flashbacks crashing on my mind. While I, with my wet face, try to go forward blindly in a volcanic storm.

I do not know what crime committed my imprisoned mind if when I try to release it then I only find silence.

I do not know the reason for the noise senseless stealthy approaches and lands on my head.

I choke with the satirical song that comes out of nowhere.
I will keep in silent in this murderous night and I will bury the  awakening in the morning.