Stories of Fiction

Nuno Fatela

Words in stories too painful to be fiction
with edges softened by age in subtle traces
conquered by nightmares of gentle friction
where each letter hides the truth in lying phrases

Pursuit for better ink becomes an endless run
countless days meshed into sleepless nights
the void remains waiting for someone
in the margins of the noise where hope still fights

Time gathered in layers of accumulated dust
reassembled to be bigger but not the same
to kindle the fire which emboldens trust
to show up to play but not be part of a game

All other tales portrayed share only common actors
of death provided by unwelcomed benefactors