Infinity
07/02/2022
Written by: Tereza Lysakova
It's
dark outside, I'm feeling down
There's
no one here, I want to run
My
stomach feels the weight of stones
Binding
the breath, binding the wings
There's
nowhere to go, no need to hurry
From
distance I hear so wistful strings
Tones
of a lute float through the air
Angels
of death played it there
Tedious
tones prevailed over the day
...
and those wistful strings, they still play
It's
dark outside, cold in the soul
I'm
starving, despite being full
With
hunger for love, desire, joy
Freedom,
hope and salvation
An
awful nightmare embraces my sleep
The
angelic choir chants their hymns
The
choir of singers chants faraway
The
angels of death laughed, didn't pray
Tedious
tones prevailed over the day
...
and those wistful strings, they still play
Author's note:
Poem Infinity is an English translation of my original poem
called Nekonečnost, written in Czech
called Nekonečnost, written in Czech
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