The Trial

all those dreadful morning moods…


Do I need you?
Only positively,
since I do not need your problems,
your ingratitude and worries,
all those morning quarrels,
when we both denuded
stand stark naked with our souls
in constant trial for our lives,
our tragedies, mistakes and crimes,
our rotten morals and delusions,
which are an infinity
of dreadfulness, disorganized disorder,
an entangled mess of weird confusions
and unsorted heaps of odds and ends,
just like in any marriage,
although we were never married.
Shall we let each other go, then,
just to try to set us free?
Is that possible?
That is the the real question
and the trial that can never reach a verdict.

 

© aurelio 2019
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