keep walking

breathing so softly
you are
on my land of dirt and disappointment
mud and the earth,
which are becoming my grave

and people walk
and people laugh
and people talk
and people don’t know
that with every step
all the lines on my face getting longer
all the fractures, on my heart

I know that nobody knows the laughter
I know that nobody knows the tears
I know that nobody knows the cry
that I have singed for all these years.