Loneliness
My soul is enclosed in me
as my body in a room.
Quiet freedom, yet endless slavery.
Touching the wall,
Opening the window,
Breathing the night air
I see me.
Once as a girl walking down the street,
A student sitting in a school seat,
Or a ghost in an enormous dead crowd.
Who or what am I?
Why am I here?
When is my life going to change
or even end?
Not even the wise wind on my face
knows the answer.
The bright stars are silent,
The cat without a word stares
into my eyes.
And my other me
Is gone…
What other choice do I have,
but close the window
shut down my soul
and die from the lack
of oxygen…

Czytany: 935 razy

R E K L A M A

=>