IMPRISONED


Don’t ask me where I have been
For there is no answer,
Don’t ask me where my steps are heading
Because the night meets no direction…

Don’t try to chase away the tempest
Of these dreadful nightmares
For you shall drown in the stream of death
In your quest for this night’s meaning…

Why can’t the air
Breathe your revolt away
And spread it all over
The shores of madness?

Why can’t the tormented ocean
Set your mind free and break your fears
Or murder your ill consciousness?

Why can’t the moon, so sad and so pale,
Come tumbling down over your senseless body
And break the walls of this ridiculous jail
You so much cherish?

So don’t you dare ask me,
Embodiment of sorrow!
For you I have no answer!

Your eyes of death are frightful,
You lips of wind are filled with poison,
I shall neither see you nor hear your cry…
For I am here and you are there,
I am alive and you…
You are just a mere nightmarish bat.

Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania


-SORANA –