Poezie

The Wall

1 min lectură·25 noiembrie 2004

Mediu

My dinner is a glass of Loneliness

Melted in some tears spoiled by silence,

Then I\'m throwing myself over the hard rock

I call bed

Waiting to join my dreams

So long expected,

Wishing to come back only never,

Alone...

My only friend keeps me away from fallin\',

Cold and stiff like a corpse

And blue,

People call it so simply: wall.

I\'m scratching my late poems on his cheek,

Also tattooing my nightmares over him

With sweat and tears,

Without sun,

Troubled by his alternative approximation,

Guided by shadows of the mosquitoes

I\'ve sent to ancestors during last evening.

Another morning alone wakes me up

Without asking for my agreement,

I hope it\'s the last,

The same friend cools my burning,

Drug and ice, maybe even temple

To erase my devils.

I\'m leaving you again,

No tears, no goodbyes,

Just this senseless letter

Until the random next later.

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Sorin - Mihai Grad. “The Wall.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/sorin-mihai-grad/poezie/95732/the-wall

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