cold

The story


You are a wonderous piece

Of my imagination;

I have created you

Out of a single thought,

An image stuck in my head.

Breathing between seconds,

Counting time between the heartbeats

I pray for you not to end.

An empty room:

I filled it with you.

Every letter of you

Creates a story,

A story of you.

And maybe me too.

Sentence by sentence,

It grows and fills the room.

Once the door opens,

The story will be over.

Will you be the one

To open the door

When there is no more space

For me in it?

I have built a throne

For my imagination

And let it rule the broken kingdom

Of my dreams,

But the crown

Will always be yours.

It is crafted from shadows in

The deepest corners of my mind,

But it still shines brighter than

Your eyes.

I have lost the game.

Hide-and-seek is over,

And I cannot run away

To hide again.

My inner voice is telling me

To stop.

Should I trust it?

I can feel it staring at me,

Demanding to open the door or look away.

The door…

Is the story over?

I cannot tell.

Pinch me, I think I am dreaming,

Because you do not exist.

You are just a wondrous piece

Of my imagination.

Snowfall


Cold…
I watch it snowing
Behind your radiant eyes.
Breeze is turning into a blizzard,
As I cover myself with the last bits
Of human dignity,  silently looking
Into the sunset that is about to fade,
Avoiding your look.
Scribbling on the frozen skin,
I’m trying to remember
What it was like
Before winter.
Lips are below freezing,
No more words.
Just ice.
And the snowfall

Silent film


Checkpoint. A turn right in the hospital catacombs.
I have smashed the leftovers of your childish sounds;
Can’t hear you anymore,
Only a cold draft is slightly touching my feet.
A tiny branch of hope that I cling to
Is about to fall apart.
The air is dense,
It’s filling all empty spaces between your fingers;
The silent film of your lip movements
Does not make any sense.
You are still closed,
Not letting me come near.
Unraveling darkness is consuming you,
Pushing you away.
I will remain here and wait
Until you disappear from my sight
And leave my universe.

Against the world


Cotton waves

Cover you slowly and softly,

You are bare and  insecure;

A delicate complexion will be covered with freeze and snow.

You feel the sheets sliding against your still wet body.

You are wrapped into a blanket,

Put on a hospital bet, and now you are being carried to the laboratory.

I remember your confused look

When they were taking you away and myself –

running next to the bed, holding you hand and having to let go as the laboratory door closed.

Your last scream “Don’t leave me alone!!!”

Will stay in my head and haunt me until I forget who I myself am.

Last words.

They continue living in your memory,

Activating the self-destruct mechanism

Set long ago deep inside the ribcage, which will go off

At the time when it is expected the least.

I will trigger the mechanism and push all the buttons.

We will continue shining and lighting everything up

Until the whole world is on fire.

Us against the fire.

Us against the world.