The Ordinary days

For healing my aphasia,

I step aside

for my fellow joys.

After they hit me,

against the wall.

I beg to those little goddess of words

then I can be the one of their fellowship

The Deity, knows as the God of fate,

my loneliness

does not satisfying

He summons the solitude;

which is belongs to single mother,

exiles and the abandoned one.

The god of leaf, gecko and bricks

Sympathetic, with

Impairment speech whispering malice and spite.

But before the coma,

I glimpse the sky,

dyed fabric, which is the

figure form behind of her

Little goddess will speak the ode of fond,

ode to her, I believe.