Threads of silence

They are the threads of oblivion…
entangled in the tangle of pain and uncertainty…

Threads that bound,
threads that unleashed,
the most painful of the battles…
the hoax…

I don’t recognize its color…
neither its texture nor its brightness…
for me, it’s not anymore
that the last scrap of the careless basket…

Threads, threads…
bobins of the same foundation…
skeins of a different destination…