You came to me with eyes wild, scared.
Your hands trembled while you spluttered out incoherent
words.Spoke of a place always dark where the route to escaping was blurred.
You asked me why I never came to help.
Why the thoughts never stopped.
You repeated again and again “no more, I want to hear no more.”
But when you tried to shut out the sound with your hands pressed against your ears the voice didn’t leave.
I look at your face now, serene, in a dream,
You float about, meditative; you say you feel clean,I ask what happened.
The voice went away, you said,
Ten years of silence and contemplation.
*Picture taken by me on the steps of Palazzi di Campidoglio
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