One Million Folds

I folded my heart
Like a piece of paper
Millionfold.

Some years back
I used to write its surface
The most beautiful handwriting
The most beautiful story.

One day, though, my world
Got this habbit
Of disintegrating under my feet
And never stopped since.

Since then i fold my heart
Piece after piece
Smaller and smaller
Harder
Until the wrinkles have torn
Small rifts of forgetfulness
And turn the paper to stone.

I kept folding it
But sometimes have the weakness
To open it and watch.

No matter how far i fold
The wrinkles never erase that one word
That breaks me each time.

And so i fold again
With trembling hands
Tear after tear
The wet stone is closed again
But my mind is an open wound.

And i would die to end this
To forget how to open the stone
I would kill for peace
I would kill for peace
I would slay for silence.

To erase that beauty
From my watchful eye
Millionfold.