Aisha Baranowska
Poeta que considera el portal su segunda casa
silent and dreary
my night and my day -
emptiness
in the world that I see
through the eyes of infinity...
my life is a lonely path
unwalked by feeble minds
alone am I
among the crowds
alone on my way
to nowhere...
a mere illusion
a dream, a phantom
a solitary shadow
my tears mean nothing
and my bones will burn
when I'm no longer there
and my existence will be forgotten...
they'll bury my head beneath the ground
and my mind will never rest -
for I was a bird without nest
and a ship without a captain...
in the depths of the sea I'll be drowned
my ashes thrown to the wind -
and I will cry alone when no-one hears
and I will laugh till fear enters
their hearts of stone -
for I am gone already
since I was born...
(20/04/2017)
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