2 kwietnia 2014
WHAT CONCLUSION WAS LEFT?
The seizure,
volatile it was,
the way to tell, for the things
he did not want to say.
You suffer silently.
Coming to boiling point,
for the starkness of the torture.
The abridged wholeness was empty.
Only howling remained.
Can you measure the pain?
The depth of the wound?
Start the dialogue with the unseen?
The flame protected in the folds
of a primeval skill,
now singes the clarity.
Between you and I no space was left.
Satish Verma
16 sierpnia 2025
dobrosław77
15 sierpnia 2025
violetta
15 sierpnia 2025
sam53
15 sierpnia 2025
wiesiek
14 sierpnia 2025
wiesiek
14 sierpnia 2025
absynt
14 sierpnia 2025
absynt
14 sierpnia 2025
absynt
14 sierpnia 2025
absynt
14 sierpnia 2025
jesienna70