Let the night end | Muñeco en la oscuridad [en|sp]

2 days ago (Edited)

E N G L I S H

Warm greetings, dear Hivers.

Today I take part in the initiative by @freewritehouse ehouse, an invitation to feel before explaining. The image that accompanies this post awakens in me a mixture of sadness and tenderness: a small being, stitched together, wounded, yet still standing.
The text highlights the wound rather than its cause, the possible scenario of darkness where the human condition sometimes dwells.
I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you for reading.

✒︎ PoetaFranko

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LET THE NIGHT END

My heart, endure—

or I do not know.

Endure the dark night

in which the stars

go out forever—

or do they?

May the sun shine tomorrow.

Oh yellow light! Give back to me

the steadiness of my stance,

my feet affirmed

on the mountain of day.

Now my frail structure trembles,

my hands I cannot locate, as if inside

your mouth, night,

there throbbed a bite,

sinister and ambushed.

And your patched eye, and my body the valley

where hidden dampness quivers,

the celibate nearness.

Drive away my desire to coil myself

like a snail.

Unleash the bravura so it may bite,

scratch, and make pale

the arcane desire

sunk in the putrid

abysses of humanity.

Another night will be needed, and many more,

so that this may heal—one-eyed doll—

this malformation that makes a pact

with darkness,

and does not allow me

to take root in the earth.

E S P A Ñ O L

Afectuoso saludos amigos Hivers.

Hoy participo en la iniciativa de @freewritehouse , una invitación a sentir antes que explicar. La imagen que acompaña este post me despierta una mezcla de tristeza y ternura: un ser pequeño, cosido, herido, pero aún de pie.

El texto resalta la herida más no la causa, el posible escenario de oscuridad donde a veces convive lo humano.

Deseo sea del agrado de todos.

Gracias por leer.