Do you still feel it?…

Do you still feel it?

… If you suffer in silence
If she is consciously silent
If there is anything left in her
That contrasts the idea.

Stifles the inner cry
Behind an opaque gaze
It does not gesticulate formations
She sheds no tears
Keeps her lips sealed
Wanders confused
Noctambula wanders.

A body without a soul
A soul without wings
A gun that knocks her down
Lying badly wounded
Sprinkling feelings.

Lost…
Rejects my hand
Deaf to my words
Blind reality denies
Deafens my senses
Demands facts
A crossword recreates
Resolving capacity spurs.

What to do with it?
How to help?

The soul…
What to say to it?
How to deal with it?
When is it picked up?
Where is it rehabilitated?

Where is its presence?
The chained essence
Bringing it back to life
Priority issue
Which is not a chimera
It is of vital importance.

I just know…
That sometimes she still feels
That something inside her dwells
Every now and then she lets out a sigh
A lonely tear flows…

O.