Claudio Micale

Existence

When Poetry comes to an end
Life is ending, too.
In memory of another man
I sit in silent gloom.

My room is dark - no candlelight
No dinners that are served tonight
Once in a while I hear them sing
Until the night has settled in.

No sleep will come - oh dreadful night!
Why do you hold your grasp so tight?
You snicker in my dearest ears
and infiltrate my deepest fears.

Your hand is cold - of broken ice
You lift your voice - your song will rise
To a crescrendo to strike me blind
Of words, of rhymes and volta lines

In silent gloom still sitting here
Night whispers: give up your career!
What is a man - what is a word?
Choose right and you still will be heard!

30.05.2005

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Published on e-Stories.org on 19.09.2005.

 
 

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