Filozofska sekcija "Tačka"

Milan Vidović

Lost

Walking down a narrow path as my tracks are lost
The memories i hath brought are stuck,edged in frost
There is no one to guide me for that i have no need
Need i worry of whats to be which wolf shall i feed
The rise of a sun that has just been born passes to quickly,and I miss it so
In my eye sits a decaying thorn
My escape i search where the wild winds blow
I am tangled in an old spiders web
The cloud covering me renders my kindness cold
My body,heart and soul drown and ebb
Have i expired like the land thats sold
Am i but a drop in this raging rain
That approaches slowly as may the calm before the storm
Pouring to put out the pain
of the struggling and buried local swarm
The planes keep on changing as the living drop
Parts of my dying in this ancient score
Hope will stay with me 'till my final stop
As a hole gives me what I've been looking for 

 

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