A man in a casket
Do you chose blindness as a curtain for that unbreakable heart of yours?
Or are you delusional to believe that you are not manly enough to own a vulnerable heart?
What has mirrors spoken to you so terribly that you often mask your sensitivity?
Or are you a coward to embrace arrogance as your armour?
Oh amor, let me hold you, and witness how there is nothing but a soul that rests in a casket that's carved by the mass.
While within rests a feather felt flesh that beats intensely while hugging a soul that was blown in by the Gentle and the Elegant.
(The image is of a collegue of mine and a beautiful picture captured by another collegue which i found to be so gentle and nice that it turned to be a muse for this poem.)
