I wink at the bright stars
I squint my eyes and stretch my hands
Towards the stars, and Sun, and Mars
Into the space that has no bounds
Soft wind, a warm refreshing breeze
Hugs, kisses and envelopes me
And wide expanse of azure sea
As if it were pleased to please
Ahead of me waves gently roll
Their salty spray is on my face
And jubilant is now my soul
So happy in the light’s embrace
Sea drops are on my cheeks, forehead
The past is gone without trace?
Come on, I thought that I am dead
There’s no hope, there’s no grace
All of a sudden I awake
It’s pitch dark here, my eyes are gone
It’s cold, it’s all been a mistake
Here where’s no dusk or dawn
Here is no time as one can tell
Here is no hope, here is no sense
The dead however dream as well
I’ll tell you that in confidence
Tag: dead
Where Are You Going?
I feel your presence: it is crawling
I am desperate to get away
So, like a creepy-crawly creature
I sneak out into the bathroom
It’s a refuge, a shelter:
Once there I look into the mirror
It has been smashed into tiny constellations
Myriads of disjointed voids
Frozen in a macabre dance
When did she have the time to break the thing?
I think
I ask myself
There are no reflections
Just pitch dark hollowness behind the broken glass.
I pray for disappearance, not for salvation
I can’t escape with you being around
You should be long dead, so tell me
Why are you still here?
I speak to no one in particular as I stare into the empty space
And feel your bony tiny hand descend upon my shoulder
And feel your putrescent breath
It envelopes me, surrounds me, sucks me in
I scream and turn around
No one’s here
I make the leap
The door is locked!
That’s when I hear your voice:
“Hon, where are you going?”
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