Confidential Suicide

autor:: quidko

rubrika:: poezia

My river slowly flows
To its deeps
The cold bottom
Knows nothing of the waves

I hoped to find the quiet finally

But all my minds
Just started to scream on me
And in the darkness
I can see their angry faces
Watching me

Against my will
My body is bringing me
Back to the water line

In the rushing stream
I begin to believe
I learn it one day
Walk o the water
Like all the others

Then I’ll meet you there
And we may
Continue the dialog
Though we’ve lost the line

napísanísané:: 5.10.2005

prečítalo:: 840 ludí