There always comes an extinction,
a provocation —
a humorous replica of darkness,
when the night,
turning from side to side in its bed,
in the midst of its curses and dreams,
cannot fall asleep.
Unreality,
unbreakable longing,
inviolable desire —
worthless shreds in intimately papered souls.
Not changing. Cold fire.
But they fly —
the cursed hieroglyphs of words
that pass intimately by.
I remain awake. I keep vigil.
In full consciousness, I build The Way,
devouring my own vomit —
the divorce from the day.
Dreams with the perfect illusion of unity?
I’ll sweep it away.
I am.
I will be.
Alone, with myself.
And I will —
stay.
THE COMBUSTION
Poetry Cycle by LDK
No. 5
I will stay
© Copyright: Ленка Кроупова, 2025
Свидетельство о публикации №125062306275
Свидетельство о публикации №125062306275
Рецензии