Poezie

Fatigue

1 min lectură·9 iunie 2008

Mediu

I\'m tired to be awaken

by sounds of ambulance,

these signs of illness and

approaching death.

My world is a hospital

where needles are currency

and pills are seat belts,

that supposable

insure my safety.

I\'m tired to be awaken

by crying voices

and lifeless smells.

My chambers are chapels

full of prayers,

are border lines,

between morgue and life.

My clothes are stuck to my skin

as shell is glued to the snail

and my eyes are sunk in darkness

as sand is, on the bottom of the sea.

The thick glass of the window

whispers to me,

promises of liberty

and tempting loves.

I wish I\'d separate from this dying body,

from this synthetic environment

I survived so far,

and begin a voyage

where time is meaningless

and matter is gone.

I\'m tired to be awaken,

every time I die.

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Vicleanu Mihaita. “Fatigue.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/vicleanu-mihaita-0026790/poezie/1787020/fatigue

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