Solar eclipse and here I am
still standing
at edge of world,
disconnected,
I forgot all or wish I did
I am just fooling myself
and all the pain is silent there
covered by words,
by illusions of a better tomorrow…
I know that all is mere masquerade
we are alone till moment of our death
unbearable truth
we seek salvation but there is none…
Just infinite sadness till end of our time on earth.
Seconds just fly away,
melting like snowflakes,
I am here,
awake
or dreaming of being awake.
It doesn’t matter anyway.
Will drink the cup till there’s no tomorrow
just only second
in which I breathe,
Heartbeats,
and broken pieces of your face, like puzzle
I don’t remember you,
only the pain that’s left from you
I’ll hate you till I die
and hate myself for loving you,
The world is ending
Like a play
and all I say is this:
“The rest is silence”…
still standing
at edge of world,
disconnected,
I forgot all or wish I did
I am just fooling myself
and all the pain is silent there
covered by words,
by illusions of a better tomorrow…
I know that all is mere masquerade
we are alone till moment of our death
unbearable truth
we seek salvation but there is none…
Just infinite sadness till end of our time on earth.
Seconds just fly away,
melting like snowflakes,
I am here,
awake
or dreaming of being awake.
It doesn’t matter anyway.
Will drink the cup till there’s no tomorrow
just only second
in which I breathe,
Heartbeats,
and broken pieces of your face, like puzzle
I don’t remember you,
only the pain that’s left from you
I’ll hate you till I die
and hate myself for loving you,
The world is ending
Like a play
and all I say is this:
“The rest is silence”…
7 comments:
Wow! It's been such a long time since I have been here that I haven't had the chance to read some of these new pieces.
It's always wonderful to see your new writing.
I'll have to return and leave a more thoughtful comment on this particular piece.
Nos - Glad to see you back on here :)
I happened to be outside during the lunar eclipse this past December. This poem kind of reminded me of it. It was cloudy outside and the sky looked kind of like a bright pale orange or red, I think. I get my colours wrong from time to time, so I may be wrong about the colour.
This piece invoked in me images akin to a classic tragedy. I wonder if that’s the pessimist in me.
After thinking about this particular piece and reading it several times, I must say I enjoyed it.
I look forward to seeing more.
I’m considering getting back to my writing as well.
Time will tell, right?
Again, thank you for sharing.
You really never fail to amaze me with your words. :)
This is lovely...
o cafea?
gyrovague - sigur.
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