Deadly Alive

The grey curtain rising down…

I had a choice…

be on stage, o background corner

Would I use my opportunity to last?

Have I ever thought such moment would come?

 

Making memory

nothing to go back for, nothing to feel pain for

All I had was happiness and sorrow

Was my best

Have I ever thought if there might be something else, something further, anything to forget?

 

I am smiling, not with my face

I might cry, not for my past

I am thinking, what else to last for, or not for at all…

Tided to a tree with roots that dance a gipsy song

I fly above the roof of the Theater, and seek for someone’s nest.

 

Dying, in an imaginational discovery

I am deciding to follow, or to became the only tower, for my days

I am sighting, such a real, supposed memory of the future:

Further, curly, burning, stunning…

all of it in my feet, all of it to believe, in those…

I don’t know yet.

 

 

 

The Big Theater shuts down all lights of color

and after those the black and whites shuts down alone

The Big Theater still there, untouchable, as a purple stone

the Theater that so long, so long I was trying to cross edge to edge

is whispering, in unknown language, a never heard song

because of my choice, the one I had, and the choice, I keep, unforgotten, in my voice.

Reviews

[The Black Warrior]

I like this poem a lot, it is beautifully written.

Thank you for sharing

~Suk