Sunday, December 27, 2015

Nemám nic brečet.

Since yesterday,
or maybe the day before,
I haven't had a thing to cry
for.

Maybe I should sit
all alone
in the dark
and ponder
my existence
or remember
that time
when I felt
small.

If I am not awash in tears
then maybe
I am not alive with fears.

And without a panic to hold back
and a thought to curdle black,
it appears

that I
am
here

without a thing to cry for.