The Inner Child

Longed for still

A fearfull trill it took only few words

To have me bottled up inside

Like a plague or burned rice

Where s the joy

and forgotten dreams

Stirs a restless desire

That engulfs me

like an infinite force

I dare not impede

Briefly rushing in

only then recede

Before I put myself back together

I spent some time among the ruins

A dark and magnificent place

Where I got to know all the pieces of my soul

Pieces I did not even know