Dorin Popa writes

AFTER MUCH CHASING
 
sometimes I can’t hide myself anymore
and I have to face my deeds
with brutality

cigarettes don’t help anymore
daydreaming doesn’t help anymore
only the autumn’s leaves
seem determined
not to leave me

sometimes, after much chasing
I’m caught, unmasked, humiliated
nothing can ever save me now
nothing will ever come close to me
– everywhere I go I run up against
pitiless walls
everywhere I go I suddenly run up against
myself.

 

Self Portrait: Depression -- Songwind