Chained
I
don’t know how you exist, and if you do: what are you doing and where you are.
Are you yourself on your own, or somewhere unfavorable stranger again. I wonder
if your world has regained color, or it remained completely the same – full of
black and white static. In this age, when we broke ourselves to dust… so that
the desert in my heart can carry your name.
With
pale fatigue I recall and thoroughly gain consciousness that I have failed and
betrayed you. My treacherous nature knows no bounds. And at times when I only
wish that sorrow should be made of ice, in order to fully melt in summer, I
come to understand that I don’t deserve that as much as I deserve Prometheus’s
chained cursed faith. Now, when my mistakes are counted with you, I realize that hell is
irrevocably the consequence of me.
In
this life, when everything shatters into pieces… everything, but the pain.
Another great piece of writing. You are a master in what you do Dejan.
ReplyDeleteI can only dream about being able to write like that.
Keep touching us with your words dear...
Xoxo
Thank you, darling Nadia, you're presence is always flattering;)
Deletethank you for the post
ReplyDeleteHope you liked it Blondie, thanks for reading:)
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