October 24th, 1917

The machine guns fell to the ground,

And the light broke through the clouds.

Blood seared the battlefield,

Whence all but the dead fought.                 

The war cry had turned to a silent sigh,

And the victory of one into the disposition of the other.

The sun set that fateful day,

The battle was lost.  

                  

Paolo Driussi

Misery

The sun’s shining bright, but clouds block out the rays of light it emits,

You're like a new born baby, wrapped from head to toe in your stratus blanket,

For the majority of your life you feel like you've been hibernating in the shade,

You continuously pray for the heavens to open so you no longer have to be afraid,

If they release you, they have the power to end your misery,

You shouldn’t have to live in fear of those who should love you unconditionally. 

Paolo Driussi

Always Alone

The lights went off,

And it was dark.

But he felt the same

As he heard the song of the lark..

 

He had no one.

to speak to before.

And even now,

Only the moonlight

Of an October night

Is knocking at his door.

Paolo Driussi. 

October Rain

 

Unfinished poems

Heart full of motions

Sea sick in my room

I feel bad , I can't face it

And In this slumber I confess

Truth will be revealed

Like stains on a raincoat

My name faded above 

Time only delivers

What it can take in the end

And for so long it has been there

Telling me it was good

 

Paolo Driussi