Bleak, the future trembles,
Waves shuddering on the surface.
Men walk with heavy feet,
Struggling to make ends meet
The words I write,
The words I speak
Empty as shells on a beach
Yet in them, I hear the sea
Echoing
Echoing
Back to me
The sounds of unconscious infinity
She shivers, sighing as she treads
The golden sands…
On bright beaches
We sew
Our golden strands.
Waves Waves
Our words are washed away
The patchwork of dreams, unravels
Drifts out, vague…
Spirit floating on foam
Borne upon white horses and buried
In the horizons of eternity
All that remains
A cockle shell
In which a passerby may hear
Voices of the past whisper in their ear
CZYTASZ
Tears and blossom
Dla nastolatkówPoetry for the Attys This is a collection of poetry I wrote over the last few months. Each poem is special to me in one way or another... Each tells a story. It was interesting to write in forms and styles I hadn't even known existed till I decided...
