The dance of fools

The blood, red on the lips,
inexperienced, almost like a clown
a story that tells it selves

of words concatenated
a waterfall of gibberish

in a confined world
looking at the horizon
blurry images
burned on my retina
with tears

useless gestures
coming out of my hands
obviously meaningless
a catch in the void
which fills them

a dance in the silence
it’s one of fools
one that cries
for understanding
for a simple way back.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
07/12/2014