Poezja

The Cruel Tension





Two
rooms apart


Yet
no severance to quell


This
cruel tension of which we befell


As
the silence runs deep


No
calm between us will seep





I
go now off to sleep


While
you stay in the same dark for pain and weep


Sharp
on the edge my dreams do tell


Fleeting
of hearts as pride will swell


Peace
is all but fleeting





The
cruel tension soon will fade


With
touch and vigor where warmth is made


Down
clash the barrier once to pride


In
refreshment of love in which we now hide