Nightmares

I.

The harm has all been done,

I got myself to sleep.

The wind cracked open the window

To show the mountains steep.

The dream that had me followed

Tightened up my clenched jaw,

So I could only swallow

What brought the nightly claw.

II.

While death will give no reasons,

The sleep pretends to do.

They say, it comes by seasons

Or something's wrong with you.

The evil twins of midnight -

They hurt my sanity.

They drag me roughly into a fight

That's not supposed to be.

III.

I see you rigid, solid flare,

I hear the cold wind blow.

Beneath my wooden wobbly chair

The shadow softly crawls.

My heart is beating highs and lows,

I don't know where to turn.

It will be over

When I know -

My eyes have nightmares

                                   worn.

__________

I know them, all the words

That ever have been heard. 

I’ve seen so many faces:

Some ugly and some not. 

I climbed up all the ladders

To see a thousand worlds, 

Still couldn’t find the treasures 

All praised in poets’ words. 

I’ve seen them, all the battles 

To win the endless war, 

Where life is just the matter

Which matters never more. 

I broke a deathbed promise, 

I cut a useless straw, 

So I could learn the letters 

Which are yet to be explored. 

__________

Me And Me

I grew so strong

I took my time

I haven’t got 

No child of mine. 

I have no reason 

To be here

But they won’t let me leave, you see. 

They hurt my knees,

They hurt my legs.

Sometimes I see them 

Bending back. 

I’m looking forward 

To the night - 

I can pretend 

That I can hide. 

I ought to be 

Forever young. 

I’ll stay awake 

So they have fun. 

My roots lie deep, 

So deep to see

Entire size 

Of me and me. 






Tired Eyes 

Tired eyes 

Need to be replaced. 

Need to produce 

The new ones. 

New shiny ones. 

Glowing brightly

 in the dark. 

Covered softly 

 with new skin;

New elastic 

With no experience at all. 

Experience is not attractive. 

It leaves traces

On your back. 

Your broken back. 

With all the weight 

 of the world on it. 

You are not welcome.

Anymore. 

Anywhere. 

Except for the memory, 

Where you will live forever after, 

And sometimes be peeked at 

By the new

Shiny

Elastic eyes.

__________

Baby blue and argent 

Are the colours 

 of the excitement 

 of the hunt. 

I stole some particles 

 of joy

From the back seat 

 of a merry-go-round. 

Would you blame me, dear? 

It’s what is left to be, 

When you’re nowhere near 

 of your fantasy. 

__________

The boy 

The boy tried to look up at the sky, 

But there wasn’t any. 

He tripped and fell down, 

He couldn’t get up,

Because he was not taught to do that. 

So he was lying on the floor 

And with time

He learnt

Not to look up at the sky. 

That’s how the boy stopped 

 being curious. 


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