The little one

I went into the forest
And saw a little one.
He said I should be honest,
He said I’m a broken swan.

I’ve looked at him and tried
To guess who can it be?
I know he can not lie and
He is just a part of me.

He was just like a mirror,
I saw myself in him.
But he was the darkest prayer
And I can’t deal with it.

I wanna leave him soon,
I wanna run away,
But this is my disaster —
I chose to stay here.

This is my own trouble —
My soul was dark and cold.
And now I’m in a bubble
And no one lets me out.

4.11.2021
Kosolapa


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