18 years I had been living in one peace of heaven. Controversial and some would even say destructive - and yet a peace of heaven.
is the only way
to accept the destruction we had
that bloody day.
It scratches, torments and reaps the furious heart;
The outrageous injustice
that tore us apart.
My dreams are the only place where
you manage to appear
and even then
I cannot spare the tear.
You are nowhere,
even in this poem
my precious childhood
the only place I've ever called