“…what is really killing him is loneliness.
Memories are
worst than bullets.”
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
(The Shadow Of The Wind)
1.
Chasm in front.
Darkness
behind me.
2.
I take that step –
I am flying.
Down.
3.
No bottom!!!
Endless
the fall down is.
4.
Shadow merciful
quick
brings relief.
5.
With shadows
my soul
is now flying.
6.
Here no time,
no sun
and no stars come.
7.
The dawn
is a memory
only…
8.
As a story
only
I do exist.
9.
Flying,
bottomless…
I am abyss.
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