Gisa Wierzchowski

unconscious

Whatever strangeness possesses us
in moments of pain
whatever clarity it brings us
it will be in vain
for we learn nothing
in the course of our time
just more confusion
into this head of mine

No longer do I want to think about
leaving behind the things that are loud
no more searching
what I’ll never find
make unconscious my complex mind

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Published on e-Stories.org on 21.06.2004.

 
 

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