If I have to die in this war
I want to know why .
There's a guy in front of me,
smiling like an old friend
you bump into a street corner.
This lucky guy knows
why he's going to die .
His thoughts freed from a sandcastle
that the tide will wash away .
If I don't come back from this war,
after struggling along a path
of brambles and ambers,
under a heavy flight
of ominous crows ,
I will stand before an elegant demon
in my well-pressed uniform .
It will ask me :
" My friend what was your mission ? ''
And I would answer :
'' I had to watch the sandcastles !
it would respond :
Good job ! But sorry buddy
there's no space avalaible here
and I don't want to keep you
waiting for eternity !
But maybe ,you can visit
my colleagues in heaven ! ''
So I take a path perfumed
with the scent of rose gardens
where bees gather nectar.
And I facing a beautiful angel
with a cold gaze .
Ceasing to write in a stern register ,
They question me :
'' Good morning sir ,tell me, please
what was your mission ? ''
I reply :
'' Bel ange I had to watch over the sandcastles ! ''
-'' Sir ,we have to many sandcastles watchers
at the moment and the authorities
don't know what to do with !
The best thing for you is to come back
down to earth ,or go to the underworld ! ''
Neither god nor the devil
has an answer to good and evil .
They live in marble palaces .
I did not die in that war .
I came back to earth
with a moon in my head ,
And I was locked in a solid sandcastle .
Maybe this lucky guy
who smiled at destiny ,
sleeps next to a pretty princess
in a marble palace .
While the silence of walls
responds to my cries ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2025 10:32
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Comments6
enjoyed this immensely
I feel really touched Norman !
most welcome, as said enjoyed it immensely
Sandcastles fall easily with the incoming waves and tide leaving little to show. They say build upon a rock but there are few rocks on this beach. Maybe a lighthouse. Good write my friend
Are we all guardians of sandcastles ?
I have built them with my children when they were young and believe me no one can guard them against the sea. Build on higher ground was the only way
It’s an allegory of the futility of war and of human missions that seem important, but in the end turn out to be nothing more than sand carried away by the tide.
Vanity of vanities on the pyre ...
Wow ! Well written...
Lovely metaphor for fragility...
How do you write free verses so rhythmic, so melodious
The mysterious world of the inspired...
Good write, Lorenz. I enjoyed the read.
Thank you Jerry for your kind comment !
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