Poezie

3 years later

1 min lectură·30 martie 2012

Mediu

Here we are at this fatal hour

Here I am howling my solitude like a wolf

I stand on top of my illusions

and see it clearly now : it was nothing.

Love is nothing.

Love comes alone, it needs no company.

Love is misery.

I lick my tears and shout at myself

point my finger at the reflection

then break the mirror into a million pieces

each for each word given to you

Shattered into a million selves

I just lie there

Idle idle idle forever

I am gone.

We are gone.

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Andrada Ianosi. “3 years later.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/andrada-ianosi/poezie/14004168/3-years-later

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