One bitter promise

There is this black barrier which prevents you from seeing further behind. Tinted colors of blood sweeping the falling asleep day. Water being spread out to the feet of the firmament. Sky in scraps, clouds bowing down. Just behind this barrier blocking. Your days, your nights, that never you will not cross. Blocked by this lack of desire which you transport made dull. Each morning you remainders there. With you to say that now you will dare. to Take the first step. To flee, leave behind your trouble, to howl and quiver. While going elsewhere to seek this happiness. An end of hope far from the rancid odors. Where steps your heavy steps and mow. You have this force to split the bark. You advance warlike and proud. Flying over your sorrows, your sorrow. You will cross this wall of a nimble and sure step. There is nothing hard. To leave heavinesses and slownesses. Who feed your fears, your frights. You defer it to presently. Each time, as if it were your law. To be tired and to carry the weight. Impotence without going until the end of your hopes. Manufacturing this black barrier which prevents you from seeing further behind. However, it would be enough for you to let yourself carry. By your will, all these ideas come in you to germinate. And to plane, plane until the end of your eternity. Taking over your destiny without yielding to fate. To be unobtrusive, hidden. Carrying an imposed shame. Whereas it is enough for you to awake. To look at the sun lying down. To see the sky igniting. To let you cherish. Before being carried. Beyond this black barrier which prevents you from seeing further behind. To build one elsewhere virgin of your sorrows and your pains. That you will build step by step. By not reproducing the errors of the past. Like this idea to forget you. Being binding on you over the years. To have lost the wire of your will. This evening you will launch out; you swore it. Weigh on you fate too much. The tender, the abandonment are part of your reason. To mislead to you you will think that tomorrow. You will cross finally. This black barrier which prevents you from seeing further behind. It is only one bitter promise. It is written that you will always live behind this barrier.