Rain wrinkles the silence
Longing is sealed
The dream has closed its gates
The morning closed the night
I listen to water falling
on water
But even the water from the rain
keeps yearning when it falls
The dawn is blind and quiet and
everywhere and empty
The earth has rusted
into the color of a dead sun
My naked loneliness
knows no word nor gesture
Hungry and cold
I'm being pushed into the future
In the shadow of dead
I hear the footsteps of fear
speaking to me about the past
Why this cruel nostalgia
for a disappeared life?
This poem makes me feel vulnerable. It pierced into the readers soul with it's softness and soulful tone but hooks it in with a painful tragedy.
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