The sorrow
I breathe the air
And suffocate,
Struggling for an escape,
Notoriously late.
I open my eyes
To the shimmering sky,
Asking the only question:
Why?
I forget words,
Even names,
Aroused by the sound
Of ever-fallen rains.
Suddenly awakened
In the middle of the night,
By the treasured touch
Of forlorn sights.
The never-recognized,
Unforgettable voice.
I wholeheartedly swear
It was somebody else's choice!
29.01.19
The sorrow
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