The house on the cliff, my rock, my foundation.
My dream.
The cliffs I looked at every day.
From which I have more than once wanted to jump into the sea because of you.
Now the fog has revealed the view after the storm.
The ruins of my life.
The disaster the storm brought - you.
The broken window through which the wind gently blows away the written pages.
I will surprise you.
I wasn't there because I had taken up residence in a nearby lighthouse by the sea.
The light enveloped me with its glow every night, but you with your darkness.
Now the sun shines high, piercing through the rubble, illuminating the daisy patch around our home.
I am already at sea, setting sail.
I leave you with your ruins, the storm you have caused.
And when you cry out: Dear, turn back!
I will look away, for I am finally sailing towards the light.
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Section of Dead Times and Poets
PoetryThis small volume contains a collection of my life's wisdom, dilemmas, downfalls. All of this is related to the burden of youth, complicated human relationships, both friendship and love. In all this chaos there is some hope and solace. For more ope...
