THEY ARE LEAVING, THE BEST OF THEM

They are leaving, the best of them,
With hands full of calluses, like trophies.
On their shoulders, they bear the pains of the soul,
With their heart broken, like a sleeping sun.

They are leaving, the best of them, going far…
And no longer do they turn their heads back.
A piece of life aches above their eyes,
On their trembling lips, they hold their longing.

They are leaving, the best of them,
Today, heartbroken, they leave crying.
This time no longer knows mercy,
As springs fade, they bring winter and frost.

They are leaving, the best of them, without a word,
For them, words were so sacred.
They fade away like the light of the moon in May,
Their sighs echo like thunder far and wide.

They are leaving, the best of them, with wounded souls,
Taking true love with them.
They hang onto life as if on a thread,
This time of hypocrites is turning them into beggars.

By Blerina Pellumbi