Poezie

nightmare

1 min lectură·5 noiembrie 2008

Mediu

the gate was waiting for me

with all its planks

ready to fall down

if I would’ve put my hand

on its bolt

there were no flowers in the garden

anymore

my little childhood house

to tired to look out for me

ceased to hope

it was leaning against my dearest apple-tree

-with its bark ceaseless rummaged

by the worms-

then my legs started to plunge

into the soil

strange weeds fast rising around them

I tried to scream

there was no sound into my throat

I vainly tried to run

but I was only running backwards

then gradually I became what I first was

dust

my body lies now scattered

in every stone of the road

looking at it my soul

doesn\'t recognize it

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ion corina. “nightmare.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ion-corina/poezie/1808847/nightmare

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