MY WHIMPERING LIKE A BABY
I come nearer the old age and I
keep hiding
under the coat
my whimpering like a baby
God, I have always been behind everybody!
melancholy and emptiness
support
my well-being
impediments and hesitations
decide for me
together with my fright
hope comes to visit me
one more century in this world should I live
and I wouldn’t have enough time
to cry my heart out over this life
that I am about to lose
At Eternity's Gate -- Vincent Van Gogh
YOUR DESTINY
I free myself from your traps
and I happily find myself in your traps
I gradually withdraw myself from the sea
but my soul is like a sea during the tempest now
how slowly have I detached myself from
illusions and dreams
only to cry afterwards, often upset in the autumn
and in any meeting the hopes were
singing
with mild and sad tones of separation
a clear disorder keeps pushing me
to watch over the whole chaos to the end
and out of this clean débris of struggle
I always choose a pit of mud
defeated and decayed by this life of mine
in disgust, I look for a shelter in
my life
I want to run away, to get rid
of delays
of expectations, of spleen
but I find only delays
I happily free myself
from your traps
and I find myself staggering into your traps.
Bah Wilderness -- Michael Lah
THE WIND BLOWING INTO MY FROZEN HANDS
HOW MUCH OF WHAT I OWN IS MINE
and what do I see when I can’t see a thing
where was I when I was not inside myself
who talked to me when nobody would talk to me?
on what paths did I breathe hard
when all the ways were forbidden to me?
when things that exist looked upon me with hatred
what did I touch, whom did I touch?
where did my tears fall
and where was my place when I had no place?
who warmed me up when nobody would warm
me up?
who loved me when nobody would love me?
when everything is cracked, dull and decayed
what else can you happily dream about?
I haven’t gathered anything and yet I
have a lot
how much of what I own is mine?
Falling Tears -- Andrea Broyles
