Living in past lives
Is most dangerous.
Having the kisses
Of al those you once loved
Sealed on your skin
Hidden in a recollection
Of the soul's adventures
You must not recall on
That is most frightening.
Your existence is confusing
Merely translucent
There will always be
A thin line
Of whom you are
And who you used to be.
That unknown string
You carry with you
Every time you speak
Every time you eat
Every time when you sit
In silence
And you don't think
About anything
That shouldn't be part
Of your fragile experience
That is the portal of your existence
All feelings go along that fine line
All eyes you ever stared into
All moments when you
Shared your air with another
All moments when you felt
Real,without even coming
To the innocent realisation of it
You are so small
Such a tiny piece
Compared to everything
That you are
Without needing to be
Anything but human
Is everything still searching
Forever thirsty to claim
What has always been ours
From the higher realm
to the
Depths of the death sea
You would believe
you are inside of it
Because that's how you
Feel most of the time
Trapped in the middle
In a circle of life
You don't dare to blame
Yourself for
What is it that you want
To belong,to experience
To grow,to endure?
For me,
It is to to love.
CITEȘTI
The poetry of my unspoken realm
PoesíaA collection of raw, thought-provoking poems exploring the chaos of life, love, and the search for meaning. Through vivid imagery and honest reflection,it dives into the complexities of the self, the mysteries of existence, and the struggles of find...
