21 lipca 2016
When Night Weeps
Neither in sleep nor wake
I hear, a wingless fall, out of the clouds
with a thud and splash on the lake.
An injured word flutters to the beach
wanting to fly back to its flock, syntax.
Sick of my circling thoughts
I choke on sounds of ducking gravel.
My sea was green under the sun
though I never cared for the craft.
My gift had been gift of pain.
Land opens like a mouth, in awe.
So much cruelty was never seen before.
Anger and greed, lust and beast
blooming in veins of man.
One perfect excuse to kill a day.
Goodness was death, foresight for
crusted ambition You in dark and
dark in you. Tomorrow a blue moon will
come, when night weeps and stars
move away in fright.
15 marca 2026
wiesiek
15 marca 2026
sam53
15 marca 2026
absynt
15 marca 2026
absynt
14 marca 2026
wiesiek
14 marca 2026
Jaga
14 marca 2026
violetta
14 marca 2026
dobrosław77
13 marca 2026
wiesiek
13 marca 2026
sam53