Poezja

I'm losing hope.

I close my eyes and fly in the air over the  unfulfilled promises.

I'm breaking up the anchor, going away hastily.

The thoughts are rolled like sails in stormy weather.

Some of them are just the  tattered illusions sadly waving in the wind.

And  it would be so beautiful- I  think in loneliness

 

I feel the waves of  disappointments overflowing .

Are there the drops of sea water on my face or maybe only tears?

Feelings have  the destructive force of a tornado.

Dreams about  a safe harbor vanished in the fog of helplessness and grief.

I do not know the meaning of  the word “peace”.

Distrust sentences me  for another journey.

 

It is impossible to forget

Dissolve in reality - to become nothingness