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


Image credit: Beate Bachmann from Pixabay