I am the poet of the world wars and walking through the land of tears.
Century of wars,  Poems

FEAR OF THE SUN

I want to die, but I have no strength
The sun for me burned out
The dust turned to soil
Where coffins of residing
They rot and then may wish
Only my dreams

Please help
What never I would accept
Jumped into the swimming hole
And he survived
Longed for paradise
And sinned

Believe
That I would go to
For it, to die
And now
I’m silent

Outside, my world died
And  it forces me to keep living here
At the night it is still dark
And I kept crying on
I was calling your name
And he disappointed the treacherous sun

(31/07/2003)

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